How Witnia got her RWD Scar

       Witnia sat quietly in the small basement room, hands bound before her and her wings, broken and bleeding, lay limply on her back. Playing with the hem of her tattered dress she glanced around, the dim candle light casting dancing shadows around her on the cold stone walls seeming to be her only friends. Footfalls echoed loudly as someone made their way down the stone steps. Witnia kept her mouth shut as learning long ago not to call out unless she wanted a severe beating for disturbing the small family that dwelled above her.
       Keys clanked against the metal door frame causing Wit's attention to snap to the door as she whined softly and moved back as far as she could manage. Letting out a silent plea for it to be the family doctor she sat as still and quiet as any five year old could. Holding her breath she watched a tall figure as it stepped forth from the shadows and felt her heart sink.
       "Mr. Dolson w-what are you doing here?"Witnia whispered trying to smooth a wrinkle out of her dress to hide the small waver of freight in her voice. Slowly raising her gaze she noticed the half empty bottle settled in his left hand as he took another swig.
       "You insignificant little pest how dare you address me!" The man hissed down at her, hooking his foot under the chain resting on the floor and gave a sharp tug, yanking Wit's collar causing her to fall with a startled yelp. Biting her lip as she pushed herself up, she help back a soft whimper as his nostrils flared angrily. "You keep your foul trap shut." Renhalds growled darkly, yanking the chain and pulled it up lifting her feet off the ground. Gagging Wit clawed at the collar trying to pull the cold biting metal off. Smacking her small hands away Renhalds dropped her to the floor, unlocking the chain from the post in the middle of the room and dragged her through the door.
       "Wh-where are we going?" Witnia inquired fearfully, stumbling to keep up with her owner's fast pace.
       "The lake." Renhalds huffed ignoring her pitiful struggles. Yanking her off her feet, he dragged through the bushes and thorns to the cold unforgiving lake, as she ignored the stinging whips of the passing branches against her arms and legs. Letting out a pain filled cry as a jagged rock gashed open her foot, Renhalds stopped and rounded on her delivering a sharp backhand that caused her head to whip sideways.
       Standing dazed for a moment Wit limped after him trying to fight back and hide the tears as they cascaded down her cheeks. Breaking through the tree line, Witnia gazed around the clearing frowning as the large wooden post she was brought to.
       Clipping her chain to the hooked post he unclasped her collar, holding the metal tightly and threw her into a stock hold. Locking the side he forced Wit to sit on a stool, strapping each wing to a rope spearing them through the membrane to keep them spread. Cutting away the back top of her dress, he smirked resting his large hunting knife in a small bonfire he'd started before they'd arrived.
       Shuddering against the cold, Witnia tried to fold her wings back, wincing at the pull on the shattered bones as well as the ripping membranes in her wings further. Biting her lip harshly against the pain she tried pulling her arms free of the wood and metal cuffs. Frowning at the feel of the smooth metal rubbing against her already raw wrist she hissed as they started to bleed again. Sighing heavily in defeat she looked around as best she could for her owner.
       Picking up the knife Renhalds walked over, quickly stabbing into the tender flesh between her shoulder blades, grinning widely at her screams. Slowly dragging it down he lazily carved a capital 'R', twisting the heated blade continuing into a 'W' and finally a 'D'.
       Pulling the small demon child's body out of the stock hold, Renhalds left the blade firmly planted in her back and held her close. Flinching away from his alcohol infused breath, Wit tiredly tried to push him away getting sick as well as dizzy from her injuries and the blood loss.
       "You're my pet and no one else's, this mark proves it." Renhalds snarled tossing her over his shoulder, heading over to the frigid lake waters. Holding her away from his person annoyedly he looked over his shirt to check for any spots or stains that she might have left. "You seem tired let me clean you up." The man smirked darkly as he threw her into the water ignoring her panicked cries.
       "P-please I-I'm sorry for w-whatever I did M-Mr. Dolson! P-please I can't swim!" She pleaded helplessly trying exhaustedly to keep her head above the water.
       Stopping in his tracks, Renhalds turned back to her, eyes cold with a sickening sneer settled on his face.
       "How dare you call me you little createn! Rot in hell where you belong." He spat at her turning to leave before casting one last sideways glance at her floundering form.
       Slipping slowly below the lake surface her body began to shut down, sluggish movements and soaked garments dragged her down into the murky waters, stealing her breath as she closed her eyes for what she thought would be forever.
       Shooting up in her bed Wit gasped for air, breathing heavily and glanced around the room nervously leaning back against the headboard. Rubbing her arms against the chill of a midwinter's breeze flitting through the partly opened window to her left, the demon sighed looking down at the baby griffins that slept at her side. The small silver and black one chirped groggily blinking up at her worriedly.
      "Sorry Bastet I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep sweetie."Patting the small creature's head Wit rubbed her own back running her hand softly over the ragged scar. Standing she made her way to the window gazing silently out into the oncoming storm. Taking another shuddering breath she wrapped one arm around herself and used the other hand to wipe her cheek.
       Pausing Witnia looked down at her hand half in shock and half in mild curiosity. An unfamiliar moisture settled on the tip of her finger hesitating a moment before falling to the wooden sill below. Running her hand over her cheek again she frowned softly looking back outside, letting the tears cascade down her face. A subtle sigh escaped her lips as she made herself a cup of tea and sat on the couch watching only lightening light up the otherwise pitch black room.
       "Wonder how long I can hold off sleep this time..." Folding her legs under herself the demon turned to the window and watched the dancing light, sipping her drink and waited for day break.