Ink had his wings chained so he could no longer use them. Sometimes he would try to think of an escape plan and attempt to escape but he would get caught and be punished.

He would have to clean all the windows, even the ones high up and not use his wings. Sometimes his punishment was to not eat for a day or two.

Pretty soon ink gave up hope.

'theres no way to get out of this'

'what kind of angel gets kidnapped by a demon?!?'

These were a couple of the many thoughts that kept ink so depressed. As ink cleaned the windows he let out a sad sigh. "Why hasn't someone came for me?" Ink said tear forming in his sockets. "Because they don't care about you.." someone said from behind ink. It was another enslaved angel. "Sorry didn't mean to startle you. The name is Geno..." Said the Orange skeleton. Ink looked at him offened. "Why would you say that the other Angels don't care about us!!" Ink said. "If they did do you think we would still be here?!?" Geno growled. "No..." Ink said looking down sadly. "So that means only one thing...

                   THEY DON'T CARE