She had felt the agony of blades piercing her flesh, demonic razors that caught her flesh with the attempt to flay her. Claws once ripped through her form, bringing bloodshed in a form that would make a mortal man tremble. But she was created to handle the torture, with soft skin that no Earthly weapon could pierce. She wasn't the strongest of her kind, but to a man she could have been a goddess. At least until she lost her place, and the feathers that held her high fell to ashes.<br/><br/>The pain reminded her of those times, when broken ribs could be ignored. Where a dizzy mind could rest within seconds, and she didn't need to rely on breath. Lack of oxygen kept her that way, once more unable to breathe but due to the internal damage he had caused. Did breaking ribs truly feel so horrendous? Or was it the fresh nerves of her body that picked up every point of pain, unlike those of bodies that had worn down over age? Iris sobbed, and he towered, casting a shadow over her form once she presented herself bare to him. Both legs remained sprawled out, unable to bend with the fear of shifting her abdomen.<br/><br/>Roan's knee held her head against the door as she was forced to look up at him, strangling protests ripped from her throat while she begged him to stop. There was no way she could speak without a struggle, but at that point settled on obeying his commands. Maybe he would end the hurt if she agreed, if she brought herself to see the monster in him.<br/><br/>"You're.." Caught by a cough that sent her body to ripple in pain, she cried out before forcing out, "Vile, Roan.."<br/><br/>It didn't help, the words left her trembling lips and white fire filled her eyes. Iris screamed out as the broke rib moved under his toes, crackling and scraping the delicate tissue of her lungs. She couldn't see, unable to breathe as she felt faint from the intensity of her insides being disturbed. Was this torture? Was he playing with her pain for his amusement? While the broken ribs didn't touch her heart she could feel it bleed, broken at how he could treat her after she confessed herself to him.<br/><br/>His fingers placed where the knee was but she could barely tell, the agony had torn apart her senses to be the only thing she felt. Iris coughed repeatedly which only brought more pain, her tears ran free and gaping mouth damp from drool that had hacked up from her struggles. Slowly her vision returned, taking in the shape before even realizing what it was. Her stomach lurched and the fallen angel shook her head, weakly rolling it from side to side. She didn't know what he expected, not when her brain flooded with distressed nerves.