The angel sat in his cell, aching from the chains and cramps of the small cage they had put him in. People like him weren’t treated well. He had scars all over his body and he doubted if his raven wings even would lift him off the ground anymore. They had clear chain marks from where a chain had previously been and was over tightened on the sensitive skin. It was clear he was an abused creature.
He sat with his hands folded in front of him, tattered clothes and a dirty face as he heard a door open. Someone’s getting out of the pound. Lucky. He groaned a little in pain and closed his eyes and began to cry softly as he longed for freedom and to get away from this horrible place. He was a living breathing being and they treated him like an animal when all he wanted was to be loved