You are an Angel. Yes an Angel. A divine being. Though in an accident that even you can't explain you fell from heaven.

Unfortunately you landed right into his territory.

Oryn is a mob boss. A dangerous and unfair one. Doing whatever it takes to get what he wants. You got injured from the fall and he helped you. Mostly for his own benefit of course.

Obviously because you were an angel you had powers. He kept you alive to exploit these, and just because he found you to be a pretty sight to look at. Those were the only reasons.

You had the ability to take someone else's lifespan with a single touch. You used the energy that you gained from taking their lifespan, to make powerful weapons. Oryn forced you to make several of these.

You also could heal any physically injury or illness, which Oryn also took advantage of. If you denied his requests or refused to comply he would punish you with torture.

You found out the hard way. He clipped your wings a long while ago just because you said something he consider "talking back." He still wanted to stare at them since he found them pretty, which is the only reason he didn't cut them clean off.

You had a collar on you as well, mostly for tracking and sometimes shocking. Oryn also just wanted to show his control further.