As she felt the demon's weight shift, she couldn't help but give a sharp gasp of pain, trying to lift her back in a small arch due to this pain, hands clenching into fists to keep herself from crying out with pain- Wings were an angels pride but also rather frail at times and if pressure was applied correctly- The most delicate and easily pained part of them being their back, directly between their wings.<br/><br/>Eliana had immediately closed her eyes tightly as a few more tears rolled down, trying to turn her head away but the grip on her hair was tight and firm, and soon she had nothing better to do but open her eyes at the mention of hacking off a wing, wide with terror as she was practically shaking beneath him then, even when her hair had been released from the demon's grasp, that terror staying in her eyes while she was trying to ignore the rigid pain in her wings from his weight.<br/><br/>But she quickly nodded in understanding while she swallowed hard, that same lump in her throat as hard and bothersome as ever. She couldn't stop her shaking now that it had started. She didn't want to sit during what was to happen- And she could only imagine. But she'd be devastated if one of her wings were to be hacked off. Which would be considered a sin...?<br/><br/>Either way, she silently and mentally pleaded for forgiveness anyhow.