Make it stop

I wasn't scared at first.
Not really.
I mean, I knew what happened to women who were accused of being witches in this time, but I had a very high pain tolerance, and could engage my natural healing process at any time. Any scars would go quickly, I had potions for that.
When I was caught- well, not really caught. I'm not a witch, am I? Nah. There isn't a proper name for the species yet, as I REFUSE to be called a fairie or fairy, however it's spelt. I just call myself a Hybrid.
Anyway, when I was caught, there was a bit of panic on my end; I thought I'd been really careful but I suppose not. I was taken to the local church where they put me through the tests. They tried the cross first. I guess I'm lucky I'm not a full demon; crosses only work if they're bigger than I am and closer than three inches away. When the cross didn't work, they tried holy water. Holy water doesn't do anything but strengthen my angel DNA, so I was safe on that. In fact, if anything it helped my argument; it keeps my demon side under control longer.
But…
I thought they'd stop there….
/Clank/
/Clank/
"Confess your sins, witch."
My screams of agony echo around me, I feel my limbs being pulled from my body, my muscles tearing. Sticks, stones (and I swear they're using sledge hammers) hit my body, and I KNOW that this is gonna hurt for months, if I live through this.
I beg and I scream in a desperate attempt to make them stop, but all they ever say is…
"Confess your sins witch."
My natural healing isn't fast enough anymore; it's enough to keep me alive. I would probably still live, but it'd be even worse than it is now. I've been crying for hours now, I'm probably dehydrated. They take me into another room, I can hear a fire. I'll admit it, by this point I'm not just scared, I'm terrified. In fact, I think I've only ever been this scared once before. I don't want to admit it, but I was only this scared when I thought I had murdered my own sister.
I hear the clang of metal as I am chained to the wall. I wonder if it's the whip or the needles this time. But instead I sense heated metal approach my hip.
"Confess your sins."
White hot metal is pressed against my skin, and my mind is bombarded with my own inhuman screams of pain and agony. Within my screams I'm sure I managed to make some kind of comprehendible word, but it didn't stop. I can feel the bile rise up my throat, and I start coughing. I've ran out of tears to cry and I only have one more word to scream, I'm so desperate for the end to all this pain, this torture. I scream at the inhumanity to this torture, I scream at the cruelty. We're at the point where they say that sentence, that STUPID sentence. I lose any kind of restraint I had on asking for help, and I call for him.
"DAD, DAD PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP!!"
Now I can hear the whispers where he starts appearing, but I'm losing it. My natural instincts are kicking in, and my defence mechanisms are starting.
My wings rip out of my skin; it hurts me, but far less than all this torture. By their gasps I can tell my wings are hurt.  I feel the warmth of my dad's touch. He was always warm, even though he wasn't a full body.
"It hurts," I whisper, I think my torturers have left now, but I'm not sure. "It hurts so much."
He whispers comfortingly to me, and I feel the darkness enveloping me. I know what he's doing but it's for the best.
For now, he has to kill me.
For now, I have to die.