Whimpers gargled with crimson as Iris's head faintly hung to the side, her body broken and bruised beneath him. She remained on a line of unconsciousness, slipping in and out while her vision remained dark with shadows. The rib had severed the protective tissue of her lung, along with any other organs that may have been coiled behind the once protective barrier. A cough fought it's way past her red stained lips, but it was weak at most.<br/><br/>Time no longer existed as her body slumped from the horrific beating, the seconds that allowed her awareness only granted a moment of choked wails before she slipped away once more. Her body had begun to heal the damage, but couldn't remain so as Roan's thrusts only tore her insides apart further. The usually flat valley of her abdomen had become bruised and disgusting in purple and red color, green outlining the damage while her stomach swelled with internal bleeding. Stray rib bones etched into the inside of her skin, threatening to break through to further expose the damage.<br/><br/>She hadn't felt his hand in her hair until the tugging began, yanking her battered form along the floor while another shriek spat blood in her wake. Death wasn't quite there to hold her, and the angel hoped that Roan would end her life so she may open her eyes to a new one. What should have been comfort to land on a bed only carried growing agony, insides stabbing from landing on her side while a groan tore from her mouth. There would be no words, it was near impossible while the damage done to her vocal chords.<br/><br/>Her hands gripped at the sheets, weak and useless once she felt him join her. Torn sobs answered his question on sleep as he wrapped his limbs around her form, holding her close and sending jagged bone to continue sawing at her insides. Iris shook as his voice, his touch, the hand between her legs that tested her warmth. For a moment she believed he would force himself on her, to violate her now that they were both nude in his bed. Mind dizzy and thoughts numb, the angel swiveled her head to match the dizziness of her world before the agony demanded for darkness to take her once more.<br/><br/>The healing was steady as she slept, without dying her wakening would be less tragic. She was close to losing her life, had her body not focused on fixing it's shattered bits the moment his beating had ended. Iris stirred while eyes fluttering open, sucking in a deep breath before a cough rejected the sudden inhale. Her lungs were still damaged, but no longer flooded with her own blood. With a strong hold around her chest and waist she squirmed, heart racing as her mind attempted to piece together the last memories before darkness took her. It was all horrible, enough to send her into a panic.<br/><br/>Sharply, she squirmed with renewed strength, willing to force herself out of Roan's arms. It was still late, the sky lit with moonlight while his clock read into the very early hours of the morning. A moment of hacking rid herself of blood that had settled in her throat, and she turned her attention to settle on the door of his room. She wanted out, instinct demanding she escape the arms of the man who had done so much harm to her. Again she pulled, a small cry releasing from another swell of panic.