It || Closed RP
Captured.
Chained.
Contained.
The winged hybrid sat silently in his cell, awaiting a soldier to come by and either feed him, kick him, or create conversation with him. So many different humans yet so many different things they want to do with a captured beast. That’s what they treated him like. As if he were a titan waiting to be experimented with.
Hopefully the next soldier that came by would be a peaceful one. Freedom didn’t know how long he could put up with this. It was dark, damp, and cold. Not a shed of sunlight. At least there was the comfort of the bed along with the tight grip of metal clamps on Freedom’s wrists. He sighed to himself in wait.