I'm new to this. I'm used to writing fanfiction. If I screwed up something major, please tell me.

If you're looking for a happy little fairytale, stop reading now. This is very violent and dark, and it probably won't do anything good for your mood. Sorry.

I know the beginning sounds awkward. I might fix that at some point, but, as of right now, every time I try to fix it, I make it worse.

"Please, don't," Flora pleaded. "Please."

"You can't die, right?" the human said, tying a thick, strong vine in a tight knot around the tiny fairy's wrist. "Why does it matter if I keep you here as my pet?"

"I am nobody's pet!" Flora shouted indignantly as he tied another vine on her other arm. "And I can die! I won't die if I take care of myself, but if I can't eat, I won't last very long!"

""Well, then, I think I'll enjoy watching that," he said with a cruel smile.

Tiny tears dripped from Flora's small, violet eyes.

"Please, just let me go!" she squeaked, struggling in her bonds. "I haven't done anything to you!"

"No," he said. "If you keep fighting me, I'll give you to the scientists. You'll get to live, but not for much longer. You'll be lucky if they kill you before they dissect you."

She sobbed and stopped thrashing.

"PLEASE!" she shrieked, though her minuscule size meant that her voice was barely louder than that of a speaking human. "All I want is for you to let me go!"

"Well, I don't want that," he said, and then he sighed. "Do you want something to sit on? Some leaves, or a flower, or something?"

"Can you raise me up enough that I don't have to keep my arms over my head, like this?" she asked. "The blood is rushing from my arms. It hurts."

"No. I'll give you something to sit on, but you aren't getting anything more than that."

Flora flapped her large, butterfly-like wings and flew up into the air, in front of the human's face.

"Now, you listen to me!" she shouted. "You kidnap me, tie me up, and tell me you aren't going to feed me, and I ask you to raise me up so I don't have to keep my arms over my head for the week it takes me to die and you refuse? I ask to live, you downright refuse, so I ask you to at least make me more comfortable, and you still refuse?! What is wrong with you?"

The boy reached out in front of his face with both hands and roughly grabbed both of Flora's wings.

Instantly, she settled down.

"Oh no, please don't," she squealed, her already high voice filled with terror. "I'm sorry…I—I didn't mean it, please."

He tugged them lightly as his smile grew even larger.

"Oh God, no! Please! I'll do anything! Just, please, don't! I'm begging you! Please!" she shrieked.

"I don't want you to do anything but obey me. You aren't doing that, so you have to be punished."

"Please!" she sobbed.

Quickly, the human boy yanked at Flora's wings. She screeched in agony as they were both ripped from her body. She didn't even notice that she had fallen two feet back to the ground. The pain in her back overwhelmed all other sensation.

"You are going to listen to me, or you are going to suffer," he said. "Now I am going to try this again. Would you like something to sit on?"

"Flower, please," she said in a quiet voice riddled with pain and fear.

"That's better."

He stood up and walked until Flora couldn't see him anymore. She felt her blood drip down her back. She began to tremble and brought her knees up to her chest, curling into the best ball she could manage without her arms.

When the boy came back, be looked at her and seemed mystified. Her blood was not red, but a pale lavender color.

"Look," she said, "I know my blood it pretty and all, but we fairies are really small. After we bleed enough for four drops, we pass out, and after ten, we die. If you want to keep me around to play with, you'll have to stop the bleeding."

"How?" the boy asked. He almost seemed genuinely concerned about her life.

"Tie some fabric around it. That'll slow it enough for me to heal. That should only take an hour or two."

"Will they grow back?" he asked, ripping a thin piece of fabric from his shirt.

She shook her head sadly as another tear fell down her left cheek.

"My skin will heal over, but that's all."

The boy wrapped the fabric around her chest and back.

"Don't tie it too tight!" she said quickly. The pain was already fading. "I still have to breathe."

After he'd bandaged her wound, he lifted her up and put the flower under her. It didn't raise her up very high, but the pink carnation was very comfortable and it was cool on her injuries. He watched her intently as she adjusted herself, trying to get as comfortable as she could with a gaping wound on her back and arms that could not be lowered.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

There was a pause in which more tears ran down Flora's small face.

"Why did you take me?" she asked. "Why me, when there were so many of us in the clearing?"

He shrugged.

"You were the first one I could reach."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it's fun," he said simply with another cruel smile.

He watched her until it started to get dark. When the sun began to set, he left without explanation. As soon as she was sure he was out of earshot, she began to scream.

"HELP ME!" she cried at the empty wheat field. "SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

She continued that for nearly an hour, even after her throat became raw and sore. She finally stopped when she heard a very quiet rustling in the nearby grain.

"Who's there?" she asked apprehensively.

"It's me, Flora," she heard a familiar voice behind her say.

"Neckarius, is that you?"

"Flora, I was so worried!" he said, hurrying around in front of her.

"You still should be," she said darkly. "I there's no way you can untie these vines; they're too tight for fairy strength to do much good. He told me he isn't going to feed me. He said he'll like watching me starve to death. I don't know what to do, Neckarius, I'm so scared."

She started to sob, again. He reached out slowly to brush some purple hair away from her face.

"Why did he—hurt you like this?" he asked, indicating the purplish wings that were lying lifelessly on the ground beside her. He seemed unable to say what the human had done to his wife of two-hundred years with any more specificity.

"I snapped at him," she whispered. "He let me give him the whole speech, first. And he let me scream for mercy for a moment before he actually ripped them off, too."

"Oh, Flora, there has to be some way to get you out of here," he said longingly. He flapped his large, royal blue wings, flew up to above where the vines were tied, and tried to pull the knots apart, but they didn't budge. The strength of his miniscule body was not enough to untie them.

"Come back tomorrow night with some others," she said, more tears running down her face. "If you work together, you might be able to get them loose."

"If I leave, I'll never be able to find you again!" he said as he landed on the ground in front of her, again. "I only managed to find you this time by following your scent! The scent will be gone by tomorrow!"

"I trust you to find me," she said. "Leave path markers or something. Please, just try."

"Flora, the wind will blow away anything that I could possibly mark my path with," his panicked voice was full of unspoken anguish. "If I leave, you're going to die all alone!"

"Look, if you stay here, there's nothing you can do, but if you go back to get the others, you can get me out of here!"

"And, if I don't find you?" he said, voice filled with pain. "Your death will be on my head!"

"If you try to get help and I still die, it won't be your fault. You tried. The only way that my death could be your fault is if you don't try to help me. Please Neckarius, don't let me die here," there were tears both on Flora's face and in her voice. "Please."

He kissed his wife on the cheek.

"No," she said solemnly before he backed away. "If this could be the last time we see each other, I want to kiss you back."

Neckarius took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I love you, Flora," he whispered without moving. "But I can't. Not when you put it like that."

"I love you, too, Neckarius," she breathed. "Just—please. A kiss on the cheek will not get me through whatever he decides to do to me tomorrow."

"I can't, Flora. I'm sorry."

She nodded understandingly.

"I promise you, you will see me again," he said. "One way or another," he added under his breath.

Flora pretended not to hear him.

"I love you more than you will ever know," Neckarius said before kissing her on her other cheek.

"I'll see you soon," Flora muttered, not wanting him to have to leave.

He nodded, unable to think of something to say, and left with a heartbroken look on his face.

Throughout the night, the wind shook the trellis that supported the vines with which Flora was restrained. She was afraid it would be blow away, taking her with it.