A Toxic Romance

Put A Cap On And Keep Your Head Down!

BAD END – YOU SUCK AT THIS GAME!

Oh…crap…

I was practically paralysed as I stared at the murderous looking mare, my eyes darting to mirror her erratic, angry movements as she flew above a crowd but a short distance from where I was sitting.

What do I do?! What the fuck am I supposed to fucking do?! Shit!

I knew that if I moved as suddenly as my body was all but screaming at me to do then she would mostly likely notice and look in my direction…but if I didn't move at all then there was every chance she'd look in my direction anyway and see my clear-as-day face staring back at her.

I did not want to know what would happen if she did that.

O-Okay let's just think, just fucking think…Okay I've got a cap in my rucksack. If I maybe move really slowly and get it out then maybe, MAYBE she'll overlook me when she glances in my direction…maybe.

Maybe.

Gritting my teeth and taking a shuddering, fearful intake of air, I ever so slowly moved myself into a sitting position, my heart pounding ever faster as I took my eyes off of Nightmare to look into my now unzipped rucksack.

It was only down to luck that I'd packed it at the very top of the everything.

Okay…let's just put it on and…now what?

It was a good question, because even though I had my cap on I had no idea what to do next…oh shit.

A gust of air brushed against my right cheek as the imposing, furious looking mare flew over the seat in which I resided on, prompting me to, with precise timing look down at my knees, ever so gently tilting the cap to hide the top of my face.

I could only hope that she'd overlook me, believing me to be asleep.

Granted there were about nine other people sitting beside one another, some of them were even wearing caps similar to my own, much to my luck.

Maybe she'll just fly past me and look elsewhere-

"You didn't really think you could hide from me like that, did you Jason?"

Gasping in surprise as my face was forcibly grasped, I immediately found myself looking up into the narrowed, homicidal looking eyes of my psychotic lover.

"I don't know why you tried to…to abandon me like this Jason," she continued, her voice quiet and upset…but those eyes flashed with anger, swallowing any grief within. "But it doesn't matter, you're coming back home and we're going to have a VERY long discussion."

Nightmare used her magic to possess my body and take me back home. Upon arriving there I was greeted with what looked like a disaster. Papers and broken bits of glass and tiling were everywhere, and there was a smell in the air…a coppery smell.

It didn't take me long to find my mother's dead body on the ground, blood still pooling around her.

Nightmare used a magic long forbidden in her own world and bound me to the house, unable to leave without her ten feet close to me at all times.

The next few weeks after my attempted escape were torture. I was used many times by a mare who claimed it to be an act of love, of reclaiming my loyalty.

I never managed to escape again…

I should have known that Nightmare couldn't be fooled by something so simple.

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