I sag in the golden restraints, fingers spasming as warm filaments cut into my skin. My throat is raw, my vision blurring.
An angel trembles in front of me, rose-gold eyes filled with pity. She chews her cuticles, more teenage girl than divine tormentor, and glances over her shoulder.
“I’m Rahmiel,” she whispers. “I apologize for Zachriel’s disparaging behavior. I’m going to get you out.”
I blink slowly, unable to focus on her face. “What’s…happening?” I ask as she lifts me from the machine.
“You are generating power for our ship, but I will not let him kill you.”