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Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs,

Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
She was too close, far too close, but he was too afraid to move lest the hole become something more, something that he would not recover from. He could feel her breath upon his face, the stink that he could not escape, and the angel made another noise, swallowing it down with a choked gasp.

He writhed as the finger pulled downwards so slowly, achingly slow, his fingers biting harder into her wrist, short nails pressing through skin, wetness beneath his fingertips where the angel spilled blood. The prayers faltered, sputtered, no matter how he tried to keep them up against the reality of what it was she was doing to him.

Then the question came, and with it, a ray of hope that maybe she would stop if he told her, if he explained it to her. "He gave them to me," he stumbled out, the words so quiet, so afraid. "They were his gift to me. If you destroy them..." The angel trailed off, tipping his head back as tears continued to slide down his cheeks. "If you destroy them, you will destroy me." He might not die in the strictest sense, but he had seen what became of those who lost their wings. Empty-eyed things that didn't live, only existed, and he didn't want to be like that. He didn't want to drift through life so empty and broken, because that would be what would happen. She would break him, break what he was.

"Please stop," he begged her, and his other hand came up to hold onto her wrist, joining the first. "Please stop. He will still forgive you. I will still forget you. Just... just stop. There's still time." He could feel the breeze pass through the hole she had created in his wing, the air that touched him so deeply.