Angels With Only One Wing
an excerpt

Lucius pouted slightly, looking down at the trickle of blood that ran down his fingers, dripping slowly onto the floor. Then he looked up again, and for the first time voiced the question that Michaelon had seen in his eyes many times before.

“Why do you hurt me, Master?”

“Because you’re too beautiful.” Michaelon snarled, and slapped him across the face again with the back of his hand, with all the strength he could muster. Lucius cried out and dropped down to his knees, trying to cradle his face with his chained hands. Michaelon drew back his foot for a kick.

“Master, please!” Lucius cried, cowering back from the pain he could see was coming. Michaelon paused, and ran a hand over his face. This was too much for him to deal with.

“Go to bed.” He snapped, storming out of the room and slamming the door closed behind him. He closed his eyes, wondering if he had gone too far.

No. No punishment was too harsh for a Nefasti.