You looked so surprised when I showed you my claws. The way you stared at me, glaring, as if that would change anything.
And then you broke, caved in, cried out for me. Whining at my feet, your head bowed, like a lost, beaten dog. Begging. Pleading.

When you pulled out my wings, one at a time, ripping them and cutting them, chaining me to the ground with empty promises and hopes that were closer to nightmares than to dreams, you looked so proud. Your...