[Excerpt from the sequel. It's a new story. You don't need to have to have read The Horse Collar first, but it might answer some questions.]

His words were soft, confident, and dangerous. She could tell he was smiling by the sound of his voice. His lips were so close to her violently trembling cheek that she could feel his warm breath. She could practically smell the salty tears that streaked his muzzle, even as they began to dry. "Perhaps I should start with a few questions? Hmm? Would you like some questions?"

Her response came, first, in the form of a choking sob, followed by panicked pleas. "No! Please! I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking! I'll do anything you want to make it better. I'll do anything!" She didn't look up off the floor. She was hunched inward, and her chest was heaving. She wanted to crawl backwards inside of the wall that her croup was pressed against.

He patiently listened to her as she begged, relishing every syllable. Something about the last plea tickled him. He breathed deeply, and his voice still trembled from the crying he was doing just moments earlier. "Oh you'll do anything will you?" He choked out a raspy and satisfied laugh.

She screamed out a yelp of shock as he suddenly bucked a nearby table with a shattering crash, sending it flying across the floor and into a nearby wall. She jumped, and sobbed as tears streaked down her muzzle. She swallowed down her remaining screams, and continued to stare at the floor. "Yes! Anything!"

With a scrape of chains, he brought his hooves close to her. His shackles still hadn't been removed. It all happened so fast. He grabbed her by her muzzle, and forcefully lifted her gaze to face him. Tears rolled down onto his hooves. "Let's start with a request then."

Author's Note

The first chapter of the sequel is up here.