A scream of pain erupted from his mouth, his back arching from handfuls of feathers being thoughtlessly pulled from his wings. The removal of one hurt, nevermind the hell it was to suffer handfuls of them being torn from his back. Each one was sensitive, meticulously cared for so he could better grant miracles and continue to live the golden standard as an angel of The Queen.
A light draft coming from a window gently danced over the painfully bare wing, sending a shot of agony through his body that made his breath catch in this throat. He managed a strangled sob, misery ringing through the sound.
Dr. Isaac tsked quietly, finding the ethereal being's seemingly low pain tolerance to be a huge disappointment. He carefully jotted down his findings, sighing as some of his theories were proven false by the experiment. He looked over the pearlescent feather in his hands, noting the appearance of faint markings.
Zurii meanwhile was trembling on the concrete floor, body barely able to comprehend the overwhelming pain he was in. He stared at the ground, one hand tightly clenched into a fist, wanting to badly lash out and hurt the man who caused him so much pain.
The man knelt down and began to touch and examine the badly mutilated wing's counterpart, pristine white feathers unharmed by cruel hands.
"Zurii, you realize how spectacular you are. You have four wings which means I can try my theories on each one. I'm sure you're as excited as I am by this revelation."
The angel's sobbing started again only to be abruptly cut off by a sickening snap. One wing stripped completely bare of its feathers, another twisted the wrong way, and two still in perfect condition. The angel desperately tried to keep them tightly folded against his back, hoping that would be enough to protect them.
