Over the Shoulder

So if you remember, a while back I randomly posted a picture of some guy in chains. [link]
I decided that he was an Archangel from way back that had been captured by my evil villain. I was even going to try and fit it into my actual story.

Well, it turns out that there was too much to the back story so I ended up writing it as a little one-shot, short story.

After I finished, I ended up drawing a bunch of pictures to accompany it. This is the fourth one. Here is the snippet from the story that this pic belongs to [link] :

"As I gasped through the mask for air, which only came in from the gaps around my nose, the middle aged man produced another length of leather cord and tied my feet together. The brute hoisted me up and over his shoulder so that I was looking at his chest. I kicked at him and struggled against his arm, but with my feet tied together, I couldn’t get enough leverage to actually hit him with any kind of force. My wings stuck up ungracefully in the air, and all the effort required more air than I could get through the mask. I did my best to continue to fight, but a desire for air calmed my movements into being ineffective."