Enslavement

Lighting Twirl lifted up her limp, injured arm. She tried to speak, but only a weak and desperate moan managed to escape her bloody lips. Colin, a tough and reckless Griffon, repeatedly kicked her fragile body, as his family stood behind him laughing at her strained face of pain. Lighting's bright coat was ruined by mud, dried blood, and tar that was  spilled over her body.

At last, Colin dragged her into his home. The trail of blood didn't seem to bother anyone, in fact, it just ended up making them laugh harder. Inside, the tar on Lighting's body was ripped off harshly, leaving a bloody mess around her. Everyone's laughter became more faint and quiet. Everything started to turn white and blurry from Lighting's point of view. Then, all of a sudden, she fell off the wooden table, into a puddle of her own blood. The Griffon took a metal pot hanging from the wall, then cradled it in his arms like a newborn child. It was stained with the blood of other unfortunate ponies that happened to anger him. Then he raised it above his head, and brought it down on her skull. She had the privilege of hearing her head cave in and the bones snap, then all went black.