Chapter One: Behind the Door
"Rarity, please protect me, please protect me, big sister..."
My voice had grown hoarse over the...I don't know how long I had been here, how long I'd been praying. I tried praying to Celestia, I tried praying that the Royal Guard would show up. But lately I've just been praying to one person. Rarity...My voice keeps breaking now...I can't do more than whisper and soon I won't even be able to do that...
I can't even tell where I am. It is pitch black where ever it is. I can't tell how many time's Celestia sun has risen and falled since I've been here...I can't even see the hoof in front of myself. I can wave it now and it'd make no difference.
I startle myself as I hear a sharp sound break the crypt like silence of the room...of my prison. My eyes flit around, and I curl up protectively. But its stopped. I realize I don't even know what's happening anymore. That sound? the sound that startle me so? I realize that was my laughter. I can't even think clearly. If I don't get food and water soon, I'm going to die here, left to be a withered corpse in a room not even blessed with Celestia's presence. If I could muster anymore tears I would be sobbing at that idea...
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I think I fell asleep...or passed out...but I woke just now to a searing pain. I couldn't figure out what was happening. My eyes felt like somepony was holding a torch to them. Even with my eyes clench tightly shut the pain was still there, crawling through my eyelids and stabbing my eyes with a thousand needles. I whimper from the pain.
"...Rarity..."
I felt the stabbing burn again as my eyes shoot open. I heard something, I know I did. This time it was real.
"Please...if there's anypony...there..."
I trail off as I feel my eyes adjusting, not just to the pain but to what I'm realizing was light. I was blinded by a simple light where the door was cracked. The door in which a large stallion stands. He'd be big normally I believe, but in my weakened state he seemed larger yet. Taller than Celestia I'd even venture to say.
"Hello...," My voice cracks and I find my frail body being wracked with violent coughs before I can speak again, "Can you help me? I don't know how I got here, where I am, anythin-"
"I brought you here."
His words do more than cut me off but silence me too. I freeze, feeling suddenly cold, trying to look at that stallion closer. Everything was still blurry to my eyes but I could still make out his form. The way he stood by the door like that made the light frame him, leaving him the most visible thing in the room. Yet at the same time it leaves him shrouded in shadows that frustratingly hide any details.
"Get up. Now."
His tone is brisk, a tone I know as a filly that one would hear from a displeased parent. I find myself not thinking, already trying to get my hooves positioned under me. They feel so weak but I get them to work. I stand there shakily and then like a new born foal I find myself eating dirt as all four collapse under me at haphazard angles. I cry out as I fall but no sound leaves my throat.
The form by the door has not moved at all.
I try to force my legs under me again. I wonder if this is all a dream, is there really anypony there? Maybe I've died already...maybe I just don't realize it...
"I said get up," The snarl of his voice cuts into me, "If you can't get up in the next minute I will leave you to rot for another day without food or water."
My legs finally find a grip beneath my body and my mind locks onto two words. Food? Water? My body aches just thinking about them and I stumble around, trying to aim myself in the direction of the light.
"Please, sir..."
"Be quiet. You will learn you are only to speak when spoken to."
I whimper at the words, causing my throat to scream in pain. I shut up then, as told, but for my own reasons. If I thought I could stand, in my state, on only three legs, I'd be rubbing at my painful throat now.
"You will follow me. You will remain quiet. If you do anything to try to get away I will shatter your hind legs and throw you back in that room. I'd rather not have to do that."
Those words took longer than they should have to register in my mind and I almost fell down again when I thought about being left in the dark, starving...again. I find my hooves moving mechanically, following his receding flank.
Pushing the door open farther I'm rewarded with another bleak sight, another small room, a single naked lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. As I look at it the bulb flickers and I feel my head swim.
"Pick up the pace, filly, before I change my mind."
I squeak and return my attention to the successful manipulation of putting one hoof in front of another. And then the light brightens. I hadn't even realize I had walked through another door until that. The rooms plain, but seems so much more comforting than where I just left. A bedroom, furnished simply with a bed, dresser and nightstand. I see a pale off white quilt laid over the foot of the bed.
And then his voice breaks my viewing of the room.
"Should you behave, and should you prove your worth as my slave, this will be your room. You can sleep in here when I see fit."
Author's Note
Isn't writing stuff in just under an hour fun :P
Chapter Two: A Filly's Introduction To Slavehood
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Chapter Two: A Filly's Introduction To Slavehood
"S..slave?!" The words croak out, grating at my throat like sandpaper.
That word kept pounding in my ears, over and over again. Slave...It can't be. This can't be happening. Rarity, I need you please, don't let this stallion...keep me. What's that rushing sound, why's it sound like water? My vison swims in the sound, drifting out far and then drawing close with sudden clarity for brief, so very brief, seconds. I felt my front hooves waver like jello underneath me.
Am I dead? Is this all a dream?
I see brown and tan swirls reach close to my face, punching me square in the muzzle.
...And then nothing. Sweet nothing.
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I awoke with a gasp, struggling for a single gulp of air. There. I drew in breath after life saving breath. Where was I though. Tiles, I could see the clean sheen of bathroom tiles. Tan and cream ones, a border of sea shell designs at the top. A bar obscures my vision and I draw back, but no, its just a shower curtain rod. I'm slowly feeling more awake, my desperate gulping of air has turned to small sips.
Then I become aware of another sensation. My whole body had just started the pin and needles sensation that I get when I sleep on the floor but something else could be felt underneath it. Something that was strong, kneading into my sides almost. I turn and look.
My sides clench up, the air whooshing out of me as I remember. I remember why I feel so weak, why my throat burns. I remember why. Him.
I watched as a rust red, almost dirt brown hoof rubbed its way across my flank. Not even my daddy had washed me this way since I was a tiny foal, incapable of washing myself.
"Hold still." He murmured.
Hooves dug in deeper, gripping my flank in a vice. A whimper slips past my lips.
"You better get used to this, slave. Things will be getting so much worse for you," His hoof left my sides, soon replaced by a cool sensation, "I want you awake for the evening. No more passing out if you value keeping that nub on your forehead."
The whimper once more escaped from me, bubbles raising up from the water as my head slowly slips under the water.
"Slave, I give you permission to talk. Answer me, do you want to keep that nub of a horn? It's useless on you for anything other than appearance."
I let out a guttural scream as the wash clothe was dropped on my flank. Not that such a small action caused me pain. No it was what his now empty hoof was digging into. The horn was the most sensitive part of a unicorn's body, especially in the body of a youth. When the magic is still growing, so much could be pent up, causing the slightest brush to cause discomfort. So when I found his hoof pressing down on tip of my horn that was my only reaction. Pain like a hot poker, worse than the light from earlier was piercing through my head.
"...Plea...please... stop..."
"If you wish me to stop will you do as I said. Do you want to keep this," His hoof applied more pressure, "Useless nub or not?"
"Please...Please stop..I want to keep it."
I squeal as his hoof scratches along the base where the bony structure meets up with my flesh. I'm seeing red now, the pain making everything distant.
"You'll have to specify what it is...otherwise-"
"My horn! I want to keep it! please stop! It hurts so badly!"
SMACK
"Useless nub. Say it. A horn implies you actually have any magic flowing through it."
SMACK
"You do not get that dignity."
The red in my vision was gone now, obscured instead by my tears. I felt myself choke on the bath water, the warm liquid sucked down my throat as I hyperventilated. I felt myself grow close to the edge, the edge I now recongized as being the precipice right before I'd pass out.
And then the water was gone, beneath me instead the cold of tile and the warmth of hooves on my chest, pumping. then the water was back, expelled from my throat. It puddled up beneath my head and I felt my eyes unglaze and focus.
He...he was right above me. I didn't even feel the motivation to move now. I could feel my life draining away, even after the water left my lungs. His eyes seemed oddly warm. A light color, close to chocolate brown. Though the warmth was lost when I noticed something else. No emotion seemed to be held there, not the bubbliness seen in Auntie Pinkie Pie's eyes, nor the energy in Scootaloo's. There was nothing in there, nothing reflected back, that I could recognize. And that scared me even more.
And then he move away, a simple sniff in my general direction. His back turned to me and I realized that he lacked the wings of a pegasus and the graceful horn of a unicorn. My captor, whoever he was, was an earth pony.
"That will have to do for now slave, though I'm still dissatisfied with your answer. It also seems that bath did little to rid you of your smell."
He stopped what he was doing, fishing the wash clothe out of the already draining tub, and glanced back at me.
"Since I still wish to train you tonight there are to be no more mishaps. That includes passing out, swallowing water until you choke, anything. Do you understand?"
My head nods, numb to my surroundings, not even fully aware of his words, before I answer.
"Please, just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone. I just want to go home to my big sister...Please..."
Author's Note
Aww, don't worry I'll probably get rid of the tumor growing off of Sweetie's forehead at some point.
...also after getting a full night's sleep I say screw that, who needs any bucking sleep. Its more fun to write without sleep.
...I need to get more violence in here.
