Ian's POV

"Papa please."

Hit.

"It's obvious you can't stop me."

Hit.

"Such an abomination for a devil to have angelic wings."

Hit.

"Ian, you have to stop..." I threw a heavy punch on the punching bag in front of me and sent the person behind it to the end of the room. She landed with a big thud and laid on the clobbered floor, looking at me with pitiful eyes.

"Ah!" I yelled, grabbing a handful of my hair and knelt on the floor.

My mind was playing with me. I was going insane. I glanced around the room that was dimly lit by the moonlight, tearing through the...