“Release me, heathens!” He struggled, hands tied behind his back. He continued to roll his shoulders trying to force the bonds off. “I am an angel of God.”
“You’re a freak, that’s what.” The man kept his grasp on Manakel’s bicep. His rough palms grated against his bare flesh. The other two threw him into the side of the table, knocking the wind out of him. Manakel buckled over, gasping for air. He felt his feet leave the ground as the two mountainous men wrapped their arms under his and dragged him up onto the table. An elbow was thrust into the small of his back. A shiver ran up his spine. Attempting to look up at his captors, his head was forced down, ramming his nose into the hard surface of the table.
A strange feeling extended from his shoulder blades. “These are quite interesting, aren’t they?” The rough handed man was running his fingers across the span of his wings. A human bird. What kind are you? A swan perhaps?”
Manakel folded his wings down. They were stopped, and he felt the tendons in his back tighten as they were spread forcefully. “I am an angel. Do not touch those.” He spoke into the table. He could feel his hot breath reflecting off the rough surface.Continue reading “Feathers”