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Again, bit of gore and torture and maybe some in the next chapter

Another week later

I coughed up some blood and water. I received another kick to the stomach and curled up in a ball. It was hard to do, considering my hands were tied behind my back. One of my wings had three breaks; the other had two. They were bent and misshapen. "Not so brave and strong now, huh?" The scar man said, kicking me again. "You get beautiful wings and magical powers, while I just get super strength. I spent ten years in that rock, ten years!" He kicked me twice when he said ten years. He stepped on my leg and I bit the bandana. I wheezed for air and he kicked me into my cage."Rot in there." He slammed the cage door and stalked off. I welcomed unconsciousness.

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I gingerly opened my eyes. I sat up in my cage and realized he hadn't fully locked my cage. I did a quick scope around. He was gone. I rammed the cage door with my shoulder and bit the bandana around my mouth. The door creaked open and I shakily stood. I spotted a small staircase leading up to a door. I ran at it, climbing the steps and stopping in front of the door. It was locked. I leaped back down and twisted my ankle. I grabbed a sharp tool off of the table and picked the lock. I stumbled out the door and into an alley. I felt a blunt pain at the base of my head and heard a loud cracking sound. I collapsed to the ground.

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I woke up on the ground. I was tied up again, this time with metal chains. They connected to the large tank of water. The man grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and threw me over the side of the tank. The chains pulled down, plunging me deeper into the icy water. Electricity surged through the tank and I screamed. The chains loosened and the man pulled me out. I landed on the ground in a heap. I earned another kick to the stomach, resulting in a coughing fit of water and blood.

A few more weeks later

Daisy's POV

The worst kind of memorial is one that uses mugshots as the main picture.
Especially mugshots of an unconscious person.
Lincoln and I stood next to Coulson. Everyone was teary. I hugged Lincoln. After so long, we had to accept Ari was gone.

???'s POV

I held the phone to my ear. "I have the girl. Don't worry. You won't be getting any more trouble from her." I heard laughing from the other side of the phone. "Great job. Your compliance will be rewarded."