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at the man holding her. He sliced through her bra, leaving her breasts open to the air. One of the other gang members tied her hands above her head. He held the trailing end of the rope firmly, holding her hands where she couldn't strike their leader.
          The woman's face grew as red as mine when she saw the lustful looks on the faces of the humans around her. I gagged on the strong, sweet honeycomb taste of Lust filling the air. I slowly pulled a foot up underneath me, ready to release my wings and escape the humans' clutches. The woman's eyes flickered to me, taking in the sight of me. She seemed to understand that I was going to create a distraction. I could see annoyance in her glance at how long it was taking, but she seemed to know I would create a distraction large enough to allow her to throw off the man now fondling her chest and trying to cut away her pants.
          Bradley grinned down at her, mashing his lips against hers. The knife at her stomach prevented her from biting the tongue I could see he was forcing into her mouth.
          With a savage growl, I pushed myself upwards, pushing the humans away from me with my wings as they burst out of my back. I sliced the throat of one of the men with my tail as I hovered above them all. As I flapped my wings to keep myself airborne, the woman bucked her hips, throwing the man over her head. She cursed and groaned as the man's knife buried itself to the hilt in her stomach. She moved closer to the rope in order to create enough slack in it so that she could put her hands on her stomach and stop the bleeding. She pulled the knife out of her abdomen to use on the rope, wincing occasionally as the crimson blood flowed down her stomach. I could see she was gritting her teeth against the pain.
          Bradley staggered to his feet and looked at me as I landed in front of him, growling. I struck out to grab him, my fingers clawed, and I lifted him from his feet. The Hellraisers broke and ran, dropping their knives and guns. Only one stayed, pulling out a Glock and shooting at me.
          I turned to face him and folded up my wings. My tail flicked out and picked up a nearby gun, bringing it back to my hand. I took careful aim with the Browning and shot the human running at the head of the pack. I ignored the feeling of the human's bullets ripping into my body, as I continued to fire and kill the Hellraisers.
          With the same cold manner with which I shot the first man, I picked off the rest of them before they could make it from the alley. Bradley cursed me, and I crushed his throat, digging my claws in and leveling the gun at the shooter. He dropped his gun and turned to run, and I shot him twice in the back. I threw Bradley's body to the ground, stepping away from his corpse.
          "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" the woman's hysterical voice cried, drawing my attention.
          The woman was staring at me with wide eyes, trembling. She'd managed to cut through the rope that held her, and had backed up against the wall, using it to support herself. She stared openly at me as I put my wings and tail away, the claws on my fingers vanishing with them.
          "Don't be afraid," I said quietly, looking at her. The wind pushed my blond hair into my eyes. I moved to swipe it out of my face, and realized I still held the gun. I threw it away from me, ignoring the sound of it clattering over the pavement. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help you."
          "Get the fuck away from me, Demon!" she cried, edging down the wall with little winces.
          I frowned, but tried to look reassuring as blood dripped from her stomach. "I'm here to help you, just let me—"
          "I said fuck off!" She tried to push off from the wall, but her legs folded underneath her.
          The woman trembled more violently as I stepped toward her. I stopped, stepping back to where I was originally, worried. The