With a silent nod from Sophie, Maxillan pulled the chains firmer.
Subduing himself in the cloak of darkness within the door. Anchoring himself on invisible steps. Known to him, and his allies, yet impervious to Mila.
She was drawn to the sudden door. Attention focused on the predicament that sullied her name.
Shovelling her deeper and deeper into a cage of imprisonment. She spread her wings – wide and Stoic.
Stopping her body from leering closer to the mysterious door. Forcing herself to struggle to hold what little was left of her.
To fight the control that was slipping out of her fingers.
Yet, her focus could not be split.
Sophie wrapped her chains around her neck in a blur. Her hands moved like invisible wires, untraceable with human eyes.
Then, with a final tug, the chains grew taut and clung to her neck.
The effect was immediate.
A sudden outburst of fluid. A cough of blood that nearly clogged her airway.
