((RP? Any gender, I'm the Angel))The demon chains my wrists together as he/she leads me into their house. "Come on, little slave~" he/she purrs into my ear. He/She yanks me into a room, and I gasp at what I see. Angel wings, hundreds of them, hanging on the wall. I turn pale, and he/she chuckles. "I'm a priced angel hunter. Remember that, darling. If I tire of you, your wings will be up there." I feel as though I could collapse. He/She pulls me into them and smirks.