"Please... stop this.." Michael begged weakly.
I scoffed.
"Stop this? This is your punishment," I said.
Michael whimpered and I rolled my eyes.
"I've barely gotten started Michael. These other souls have all lasted so much longer than you. I thought Angels were supposed to be powerful beings," I said.
Michael tried to look up at me as saliva and blood drooled from his mouth.
"Pathetic," I mumbled.
Honestly, that was kind of a lie. I had been torturing Michael for five straight days. I haven't stopped to sleep or eat. Anytime Michael passes out, I use my magic to wake him back up. Even if it means healing him a bit.
I've done every single thing to him that Gregory did to me at the labs. I even put the bast.ard on a table and cut him open like they did, for the kids. It's been fun.
