Unable to stop now that she has begun, Amanda begins her tirade (Tirade: a long, angry speech of criticism or accusation). "Picture this: a flock of fifty or more staraptors descending upon a small flock of maybe fifteen swellow and taillow. Blood everywhere, bodies littering the, floor, just one terrified swellow left alive: me. They took me back to their own roost and<span style="font-style: italic">used</span>me. I was just a toy to them, they rarely cared enough to<span style="font-style: italic">feed</span>me! They<span style="font-style: italic">beat</span>me, and<span style="font-style: italic">slashed</span>me, and<span style="font-style: italic">raped</span>me, every single day, for<span style="font-style: italic">five long years! Every, f***ing, day!!</span>" she screams, tears streaming down her face, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "They hurt me for entertainment! Made me fly with broken wings, told me after I'd fallen to the ground that I had to climb back up or they'd leave me to be some hungry predator's dinner!! I got six nights in total when I didn't have to sleep with some male's cock inside me!! I lived almost exclusively on their seed!! And when they finally decided to get rid of me, they tried to feed me to a gyarad--" She cuts off there, collapsing onto the floor and unable to make any more intelligible sounds as she simply bawls her eyes out, curled up in a ball and not moving almost at all except for the constant shivering.<br/><br/>(Right, that took me ages to type out... Let's see where the story's gone since I started!)