Foxfire's Tail (extended)

I groggily woke up, my vision blurry as fuck as I regained consciousness. A smell hit my nose as I wearily rose my aching head. My legs were numb, as were my ears. I could not hear a sound even if it came from my own mouth. For fifteen minutes it was like that. No clear sight, a vague scent growing stronger, and not a sound. Was something in my ears, perhaps? That, I know not. All I saw was a mess of red, brown, and grey. It was very dark, but still noticeable. My head was killing me, hurting very bad as feeling in my legs returned. I breathed in and out quietly as the smell intensified. What was that? A blur of red and brown? On the grey? And what was that white glow above me? I shook my head, which finally stopped aching for the time being. My vision was still blurry, but why? My hearing had also came back, and all I heard was my own breathing. It was deathly quiet as the smell hit me harder than a baseball bat swung by the strongest pony known to ponydom.

Blood.

My vision suddenly shot into clear mode and then my heart dropped. I was greeted by more dried bodies, some piled onto a wall and others hanging by meat hooks. Many of the bodies were also stitched--a hoof on the face of one, hind legs attached to the back like a crude pair of wings, so on and so forth. The room was rusty, lined with cabinets that were made of stone. On top of one cabinet lay a bunch of odd instruments, most sharp and ready to inflict pain, but others were dull, broken, or simply useless. I tried moving my legs only to find them still immobilized for some reason. I shook my head violently once more before looking at my hoof and choking on a scream.

Shackled.

I looked at my other legs.

More shackles, bloodied and rusted with usage and age.

I felt my eyes shrink and my sanity go to Tartarus. My ears folded back as I looked up at the only light in the room. Just one lantern. I could not see anything beyond its sun-like glare.

Whatever I was shackled to suddenly went from vertical to horizontal as a loud click hit my ears quicker than I could say 'bucking hell.'

Last thing I needed was a reason to be truly afraid. Right there glaring me in the eye was that...monster, a wicked grin carved on his muzzle as his canines showed. They were sharp and ready to strike.

"I see you're awake, little one." He hissed. His voice sounded horrifically ethereal unlike all other voices I heard prior. Was he from another world?

I started heaving as my lips trembled, struggling to speak what little words I had to say for this jerk.

He put a hoof to my cheek and stroked it. I tried moving my head away, but found out that was shackled by the neck as well.

"Awww, cat got your tongue?" He chuckled as he put his hoof down.

My whole being was shaking with fear. All the hairs not held by the chains stood straight up in horror. I tried screaming, but no sound came.

"Aww, I pity you. NOT!" He cackled like a madpony, raising a hoof to his forehead and falling on his back laughing his ass off.

This jerk! He went and killed MY FAMILY and then mocked me?! Who'd do this?!

He got up again after his little laughing fit ended and re-established his intimidating posture, once more looking me in the eye. He lowered his head to my ear.

"I need a new mare, little one. I never expected you to come home at just the right time." He whispered.

I trembled, unsure of what to make of what he was saying. I blinked harshly a few times, my lips still quivering.

He rose his head and tilted it to the side. "You don't understand a word I just said?" He asked, blinking a few times himself.

"No, I don't. I don't understand and I feel I don't want to." I said, trying to remain as calm as I could.

For a moment, he went slack-jawed. He actually shook his head in disbelief for a few seconds, then his expression turned hideously angry. "You choose to remain ignorant, bitch?" He hissed as I swore I saw fire in his eyes.

Fear hit me once more, my eyes shrinking even further now. He walked over to my hind quarters with a large drill lined with thorns in his mouth. He put the drill right in front of--

I screamed as a pain shot from my hips and thighs as the drill whirred to life inside me. I felt it tear at my flesh in such a way I felt like my bones should've broken right then and there. I kept screaming in agony as the drill stopped suddenly. Tears streamed down my eyes as my muzzle was clamped shut with chains, hearing the drill clatter against the ground as it was tossed aside like a twig. The table returned to vertical position. That fiend looked at me in the eyes, holding my chin with his hoof. It lasted for mere seconds before he suddenly slapped me. A pain hit my right eye as I felt blood trickle down my face. His right hoof was clawed!

"I'm very glad you're in heat. Otherwise, I'd flat-out kill you by now." He hissed, licking the blood off his claws like a cat. Another smile etched its way on his muzzle has he licked his lips in a way I did not--and flat-out refused--to understand. My heart was in my throat once more as he suddenly punched me in the stomach and knocked me out.