An Animal Abused - 3

Her life was miserable, it was true but it was only barely worse than that of the others. 15 to a cage and some ill, including herself. Some dead, some dying. Her vision was blurred and her feet were swollen. She saw not the cruel man 'till it was too late. She felt the rough work gloves grab her body, pinning down her wings. She heard the sound of the cage closing behind her, metal scraping against metal. She knew it was almost time to go. There was no other reason for her to be leaving the cage. For 2 long years she had suffered and now it was time to be free. But she struggled. For all she hated this life of hers, she loved life itself. She loved the feel of an unexpected breeze on a hot summer day and she loved the sweet air brought with it. Her bad eyes were blinded as the glove grabbed hold of her neck, she felt her wings released and a horrible, painful tug on her neck. Then the most horrible experience yet. The man began to fling her from side to side, swinging her in circles from her head. She heard and felt the snap. Pain coursed through her body as she was flung to the ground, now useless. She wondered what it was like after death. She still did not want to leave. She gasped for breath, feeling the air grow heavy around her. Her lungs slowed down and her heart pounded the slowest ever. Her bad vision got worse. The world did not spin but a darkness ate away at the edge of her vision. It was pointless to struggle now, there was no hope left. She gave way to the heaviness of her eyelids and the world was consumed by a pitch-black monster forever.