Hyper Love Surprise: Ritual Abuse

3/24/15

I've never liked mirrors. Being kidnapped to Celestia knew where made that worse. Some days, I can't even look at my reflection. Mirrors were usually employed to disorient someone under sleep-deprivation. They'd tell us to state our names, which they picked, while watching our reflection.

We couldn't look away while we did it, or else they'd burn us and cut across our thighs. The cuts were usually shallow and done with biodegradable substances laced with hyperbolic steroids, to increase our healing process. That way, the scars wouldn't really develop, or barely existed. Our safehouse was called 'Happyland 362.'

There's no end to the nightmares of Happyland 362. Happyland, the infamous amusement park run by Prissy, was also codename for safehouses. A safehouse was typically grooved out beneath a Happyland in the underground maintenance tunnels. And every Happyland had maintenance tunnels.

For those of you who don't know what Prissy is, it's one of the largest, most expansive animations studios in existence. The only real match I can think of is Pickstar. Pickstar leads in the 3D animation department and deeply resents Prissy. Pickstar usually collaborates with Steamworks as well. And both, thankfully for us, share that same hatred.

The night of my disapperance, my psychiatrist said everypony was looking for me. The first place they looked was, fittingly, Happyland. Happyland had a reputation of being a hotspot for missing persons cases. It was mostly children. But sometimes, teens and young college students would vanish too. Thinking back on it, I never did like the idea of spending a whole afternoon at Happyland. It was neither enjoyable nor fulfilling. Even to a young mind like mine, I never did believe in whimsy.

If fairy tails were real, I was the ugly witch. Nopony liked me, not even after my rescue. In grade school, the others called me 'bitch' and 'Queen Stuckup', even 'snootypants.' They didn't like me. But, at the time, I didn't like me either. Daddy was always busy with work and all his corporate yesmares. And by yesmares, I mean mares he'd promise a promotion for a night in bed. And sometimes, they didn't stay long enough to savor their position. But for the most part, all of them fell for it.

Do you know why cults exist. Why things like equine trafficking happen. It's pure and simple: all these things happen and continue to happen because of power struggle. People love power. And sadly, all our shallow evolution forgot to hardcode child exemption from the list of 'variables to use for power advantage'.

The reason mares like daddy's corporate yesmares exist is because they want someone powerful. And the reason somepony wants a big, strong stallion is because he seems powerful. The same goes for money. And even someone who acts like a jackass.

I know because all my life, I saw other mares doing it, foo. Even my best friend Silver Spoon had that little tinge of excitement over how rich I was. And she was my only friend. She was... still there for me everyday after school. So imagine my disgust when I realized all those mares in abusive relationships, all those fillies being beat at home, were all falling for the same damn trap.

It'll always be about power. Mares. Stallions. Colts and fillies. It didn't matter how they got it, only that somehow, they got it at all.

You're probably wondering why I went on this tirade. Well, that answer's easy.

I'm not just telling you how horrible ritual abuse is. Sometimes, we need some perspective. And that's what most victims of abuse never have. Victims of rape, most prevalent, are often victim shamed. And why is that. Why is it that we ask a girl 'how drunk were you' or 'are you sure it was rape?'

Yeah. Because that's what you should do. Blame someone who hates who they are, blame someone who's disgusted with her own body for something that they had absolutely no control of. Victims of assault, be it sexual or 'physical', should never be victim-shamed.

Would you blame a hostage for being kidnapped. Or a match for being lit. Of course not. But people do it anyway because they're conditioned to blame the victim rather than the agressor. Why support someone so 'weak' and 'helpless', right? Why associate yourself with the weaker party when you can seem more powerful by being callous and self-serving.

Because power is everything.

The rich become richer and the poor grow poorer.