When they entered the lair, a coldness filled the fairy's body. Her screams and words toward the demon stopped, but she was still trying to push herself off of him.<br/><br/>As the demon effortlessly threw her petite figure onto the bed, her body froze in pain. Her wing was badly injured where it connected to her back, and it was so delicate that it caused her to stop struggling for a moment, right when the demon grabbed her throat. Her eyes shifted to the rope, and she felt her stomach drop. As her green orbs drifted back toward the demon choking her, she could feel her breath starting to leave her lungs. She was involuntarily struggling now, even though as she looked into his burning eyes, she could feel her soul withering. In that moment, she knew he could kill her.<em>Stay calm . . . you'll never get out if you get yourself killed. </em><br/><br/>She tried to keep herself as still as possible as he restricted her breathing, hoping that he would let go of her neck now that she wasn't struggling as hard. She hadn't passed out yet, but her vision began to cloud.