Starsong's New Life

"A life in bondage is the most liberating experience one can go through."

"It is a kind of freedom seldom experienced in our society."

"To be owned,is to be freed from petty little concerns."

“Only one thing is important at that point, your Master’s pleasure.”

“A pet is taken care of by her Master; in turn she looks out for his happiness.”

- Cherry 'Candy' Stellar

CHAPTER ONE

First Time Opportunity

A long drawn out sigh passed my lips as I sat at the bar alone. I'd been nursing the same drink for a good half hour now. I looked over to the clock as a sensation of overwhelming boredom welled up in my chest. I had let Midnight Munch and Autumn Delight coax me into going out after I had come off duty, but neither of them showed up at the only bar that was open. It was two hours after midnight and I wasn't happy sitting there in my Royal Guard uniform. I felt so entirely out of place amidst the crowd of bat ponies. Another point of annoyance was the music — by Luna it was loud and obnoxious modern noise; I wouldn't even dare call this music in my circle of friends. With a deeper sigh I knocked back the drink suspended in my silvery magical aura, setting down the empty glass perhaps a little too hard. I motioned a hoof to the bartender who seemed just a little annoyed at my treatment of his property. I gave an embarrassed smile as I met his eyes; he filled the glass for me without a word.

I took a sip of the amber liquid in the glass, smiling just a little as I felt the sharp bite of the sweet alcohol on my tongue, feeling it burn down my throat as I swallowed it. I heard the door opening behind me, and saw a dark blue-coated pegasus stallion walking into the bar. I used the reflection of the mirror behind the bottles of alcohol as a way to look behind me without turning my entire body. In a moment of vanity, I blew a strand of platinum hair from my face, looking down I smiled, noting that my uniform and grey coat were both still in immaculate condition. I lost myself as I noticed the patch identifying me as a simple medic for my unit. I gasped softly when I turned my head to look at the clock once more, only to meet those deep yellow eyes of the same stallion that had entered the bar not a moment ago. When had he settled down next to me?

"So, what is such a lovely lady like you doing here?" he said with a small grin playing on his muzzle. I watched him motioning to the bartender for a drink — the exchange was wordless and rather quick. He must be a regular here, I thought to myself. Offering him a gentler little smile, I let my eyes wander along his muscular form perhaps a little longer than would be considered polite. I took a sip of my own drink slowly, savouring the taste once more.

"Enjoying a drink after duty, without my unit's teasing for once," I answer, although it was kind of a lie, he didn't need to know my two best friends had stood me up…. again. I forced myself to look him in the eyes rather than ogling his body, which wasn't too hard to do as his eyes were quite captivating. "And yourself, what is a fine gentlecolt doing in what it primarily a bat pony establishment?" I asked curiously, mentally hitting myself over the head at how racist that actually sounded. Although a glance at the bartender told me that the music had drowned it out, I assumed.

I watched as he took his drink in one wing, and felt just a little envious as I admired his long elegant wings. I couldn't help but imagine he was a fast flier, although I was snapped from my fantasy as he spoke up once more. "I just got a promotion at work and thought I should celebrate it, and this is the only bar open at this time that I know of." He said it so proud and joyfully that I couldn't help but smile and be happy for him. I blushed a little taking note that his eyes were roaming down my form; I felt a little awkward about it though it would have been hypocritical of me to tell him off after I had been near constantly eyeing him. "You said that your unit has been teasing you; may I ask why?"

I frowned a little at the question, not because I didn't know how to reply but because it would be another small lie. The teasing was all in good fun, or at least that is how I took it. "I'm the only unicorn in the unit, or rather in the entire section — they're all bat ponies. And... incorrigible teases. They are pretty young though." I nodded gently as I spoke, watching him simply smile and nod in understanding. I took a small sip of my drink, not feeling like I needed to get drunk for the sake of getting drunk anymore. I inwardly smiled, happy that I actually had some pony to keep me company now. "What did you get promoted to then, if I may ask?" I idly threw the question at him, looking him in the eyes curiously. I watched him smile — he looked so proud of the promotion I had no choice but to smile with him about it. That said, I could probably listen to his voice for hours: it was just the right mixture of gentle and strewn that could make a mare melt on the spot; I shook my head a little snapping myself back to reality.

"I work at Quills & Sofas here in Canterlot, and now that the old manager retired I got to take his place," he said while chugging his drink. I watched a little amused as he slammed the glass onto the counter in a similar manner to as I had before. He earned an audible grumble from the bartender in response, though this stallion didn't seem to care. I smiled warmly at him, opening my mouth to reply, though I found myself cut off as he followed up his answer with another question. "Now I'm curious. What is a unicorn doing in the Night guard?"

I smiled at him first saying what I had intended to before his question. "Well congratulations then, the drink is on me!" I exclaimed perhaps a little too excitedly. It drew some eyes towards me, the kind of looks you would rather not get from any pony. I motioned to the bartender to refill his glass, and mine. I gave his question some thought as I watched the elderly bat stallion filling our glasses once more. I offered him a small smile even though he was giving me an annoyed glance. "Well… they needed a more competent medical staff. Wings and hooves can only mend so much…" I started explaining, motioning to my flank, showing off the simple white shield marked with a red cross. "My special talent is healing magic," I explained, blushing as I noticed the stallion keeping his eyes on my flank just a little longer than was comfortable. Although part of me was flattered that he showed such interest, overall I was embarrassed about being inspected in such a manner. I could feel a bright blush forming on my cheeks.

"It is a very nice cutie mark," he complimented. I simply bowed my head in appreciation, knowing full well that I would sound flustered, and I would start stuttering in embarrassment. "But isn't it hard to adjust to work in the night instead of the day?" he asked. The change of subject from my cutie mark was a welcome one; I didn't have to think about being eyed, as much.

"Not really, I've always been pretty nocturnal. What about you though, Sir? You seem to be out rather late," I asked, which did strike me as a little strange as Quills and Sofas closes relatively early in the evenings. I groaned inwardly as the next song came on even louder and more obnoxious than the one before it. "Ugh… I wish they'd have some less… noise on," I said, not realising that I was talking out loud. I blushed then I noticed his grin — the kind of grin you see when you do something silly, like talk out loud when you don't mean to.

"I have always loved to walk around at night. It's really relaxing to just take a walk through the park at night. If the music's too loud we could always continue our conversation outside."

I smiled at him in appreciation, quite frankly I couldn't stand the music anymore. I needed to get out of there, in a rather unladylike fashion I slammed the drink back in one go, savouring the nice burning sensation as the amber liquid passed down my throat.

"I would like that," I said with a tender smile playing on my muzzle as I watched him drink his own beverage in a similar manner. I giggled just a little, placing enough bits to cover both our drinks, along with a little something extra for the bartender's service; even if it had not the best service I'd had. I winked at the stallion, watching him just then fishing his coin pouch from his saddlebags. "I did say it was on me," I said in a playful tone of voice, standing up as he put the pouch bag into his bag.

He quickly trotted over to the door and opened it, with a warm kind smile, the kind of smile that would make any mare's heart melt — then again I might be a hopeless romantic. "Ladies first," he said, and I bowed my head in thanks, unable to hide the slight blush on my cheeks as I passed him into the cold night air.

I took in a deep breath, allowing myself a warm smile as the music faded, and its infernal assault on my hearing stopped. "Thank you kindly," I whispered just as I passed him. "Ooh, by Luna this is better so much better!" I said, glancing back over my shoulder. Then the realisation struck me of how rude I had been the entire time. “O-oh… my name is Starsong by the way!”

I smiled happily as I stood outside, savouring the slight chill in the air and more importantly the silence that followed as the door closed behind us. I tensed a little feeling the gentle caress of feathers running along my back, it took a moment though I allowed myself to relax against this strange stallion's side. "It’s nice to meet you — I’m Firewire. What do you say about a nice walk through the park, Starsong?"

Smiling at the stallion I nodded, gently relaxing against his side under the warmth of his wing. It made me feel so safe being healed like that, I couldn't help but ever so lightly nuzzle his neck. "I'm not taking you home though; I'd never hear the end of it," I whispered in a joking voice, unsure myself if I would actually stick to that considering how gentle he was. I lost myself to the thought of taking him home as we started walking towards the large park near by my own home.

"That is a shame. I would have loved to walk a beautiful mare such as yourself home," he said, causing me to laugh softly at the gentle joking tone to his voice. I felt good in the moment, comfortable even, snuggled under his protective wing. I smiled and followed him, already seeing the park off in the distance. I jumped a little as his hoof was suddenly in front of me, pointing to an alley I'd not even seen. I chastised myself for getting lost in the thoughts about this stallion, hearing him say, "if we walk through that alley we would get to the park much faster."

I blushed just a bit, praying he'd not noticed me day dreaming while pressed up so close to his muscular form. For a long moment I inspected the alleyway, shivering a little as I noted the lack of light, even though the enchanted pendant on my breast plate ensured I could see as though it were day time, I did notice the darkness. "Are you sure? It looks pretty dodgy…" I whispered, hesitation clear in my voice, even though I knew this was a rather nice district in Canterlot.

I looked at the stallion and almost melted away, seeing the confident and reassuring look on her muzzle. "Don't worry! You’re still wearing your uniform, so no pony is going to try anything, and if they do I will protect you from them," he said reassuringly, and I nodded, feeling comforted by the thought of having a strong pegasus stallion at my side. A part of me was still hesitant but I followed him with another nuzzle to his side, thinking to myself what could go wrong in such a nice part of the city.

Calmed by the stallion’s reassurance and his presence, I followed into the alley, not really having an issue. I smiled, relieved, noting that no pony was hiding in the shadows to ambush us. I did press myself just a little closer to him, not because I was scared but… I hadn't noticed it before… he smelled really nice. "Fine, besides who would be out at this time of morning," I said with a light little giggle.

He stopped in the middle of the alley, leaving me a little confused about why he’d stopped, though I dropped into a ready stance the moment he whispered, "did you hear that?" I hadn't heard anything and I mentally kicked myself for not paying attention. Slowly my eyes ran along the alley, only now noting that the dark crevice in between the two large nightclubs had a dead end, and no one but us two in there. Twitching my ears a little, I carefully listened for anyone else.

"W-what?" I asked, lighting up my horn in preparation for a concussive spell that would leave even a dragon dazed.

"It sounds like…" he started saying, and then he paused causing me to glance at him with an arched eyebrow, only to watch his right hoof connect painfully with my face. I grunted loudly in response, screaming softly as I felt a white hot lance of pain coursing through my body, whimpering loudly in pain, the warm feeling of blood running down my muzzle. Distracted and dazed from the strike, I didn't move away from the stallion quick enough to feel his larger frame crashing into me body slamming me to the hard cold concrete ground. "… a dumb bitch falling into a trap," he laughed, pinning my dazed form to the ground, a hoof placed threateningly at the base of my horn.

Humiliated and disgusted: that is how I felt in that moment, with the heavier muscular form pressing my face into the dirty ground. "W-what the… are you mad?!" I shouted in response, glaring angrily from the corners of my eyes, trying to throw him off me with wild bucks and jerks, though they all proved fruitless against his superior mass. I didn't hesitate to start thinking of another spell formula, starting to weave it into an actual spell. "F-fuck you!" I shouted in my moment of defence to the stallion that kept me pinned on the ground.

He stomped his hoof at the base of my horn. I instantly regretted my choice of spell. I screamed loudly feeling the spell backfire against me, the fierce magical force that was meant to blow him off me struck me instead, slamming me against the ground. I let out a choked gasp as the cracking sound from my horn finally registered; he'd fractured it with the violence of his stomp. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he whispered into my ear, increasing the feeling of disgust at how casual and calm he sounded.

Panic shot through me at the sensation of his stallionhood pressing against my inner thigh. Renewing my struggle, I started to scream loudly for help. I hadn't noticed the tears running down my cheeks, until a few of them stung the cuts on my face. I sobbed uncontrollably, trying to crawl away from the stallion who was already positioning himself to rut me; whether I wanted that or not. I threw my head back, aiming to slam my head into his muzzle, which it did, to no effect at all. "NO! Don't please! G-get off me, you sick fuck!" I screamed desperately, trying my best to get any pony's attention.

 "I thought the night guard were supposed to be strong! Are you sure that you are a real guard? Because to me you look like a whore trying to dress herself up in pretty armour," he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance. A sickening feeling welled up inside me alongside the overwhelming sorrow and embarrassment of being a weakling.

 Showing my defiance against him, I spat a good helping of blood and saliva into his face. "FUCK YOU!" I screamed as loudly as was possible, starting to squirm away from the sick pervert that was holding me down. It was all for nought though as he wiped the blood and spit mixture off his face. I let out a choked sob, feeling so pathetic in that moment as I couldn't even get away from him. "P-please! L-let me go! I have money please!" I screamed slapping myself mentally for even trying to bribe him. I couldn't risk casting a spell with my horn cracked. I whimpered softly as the throbbing pain from my horn coursed through me.

I screamed in pain as his hoof once more connected with my face, cruelly slamming me into the dirty concrete, blood pooling around my head from a painful gash at the side of my head and bleeding nose. "DON'T YOU EVER DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, SLUT!" he screamed at me, causing me to involuntarily whimper in genuine fear. The fear was overwhelmed by a feeling of searing pain that wracked my entire form as he slammed the tip of his sizable cock into my unprepared, unlubricated core.

I screamed and sobbed uncontrollably in that moment, feeling so violated, so disgusted with him… with myself for being too weak to repel him. I fiercely thrashed and squirmed, desperation filling me as I tried to get away from him. "NO, PLEASE! STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!"

"I thought that the night guard were stronger than this," he said laughing evilly, pressing his shaft further into me. I took in a sharp breath, feeling as though my insides were being ripped apart by his massive cock. "Tell me slut, are you still a virgin?" His taunting words made me sick. I physically felt like throwing up as his cock pressed deeper into my marehood. Pain filled my every sense, overwhelming everything else.

I bucked and beat my front hoof at his side with little to no effect. If I was hurting him I couldn't tell. The muscular stallion that had made me feel so safe now made me feel like the most pathetic thing ever. I idly nodded to his question, not even registering it in my mind. "Y-you're going to regret this!" I whispered weakly, my voice painful from all the wasted screaming. No pony was coming to help me. I desperately started praying to Luna pleading her to come save me from this hell.

He just laughed, loudly looking down at me condescendingly, as if I was nothing to him; almost like I was inferior to him in every aspect, a simple toy to be discarded and disposed of after being used up for his amusement. It scared me, filled me with a sense of absolute horror, realising just how little I meant to him. I felt sick, the sudden urge to vomit overcoming me; nothing came out though. Instead I screamed out my desperation, my frustration, and my anger at being this weak and pathetic. He didn't care — all that mattered to him was having his fun. "Please amuse me and tell me how I'm going to regret this," he said with that sickening mocking voice of his, thrusting harder inside of me, each deeper thrust making me scream in agony.

I didn't have an answer for him. Instead I tried to crawl once more. Getting nowhere with his bulk holding me down on the cold unyielding ground, I prayed for help, internally screamed, and even cursed the goddesses for letting this happen to me. For letting this happen in their city, to someone that was sworn to be their guardian and servant. I gave up. I wasn't going to be saved — I was going to be raped, and then when he was done with me, I was going to die, alone. A fresh batch of tears rolled down my cheeks, part of me was surprised that I still had any left to shed. "P-please… let me go… I… I…."  I trailed off into a pathetic whimper. Feeling so overwhelmingly powerless, I focused my anger, starting to weave the only spell that came up in me. I weaved it even as white hot lances of pain shot through my body from the stress on my already damaged horn.

What I had thought was a powerful rage-filled spell seemed to be nothing more than a slap to the chest for the stallion — he didn't even flinch from it. Instead it had only angered my assailant. He stomped his hoof on my horn, pain rippling through my body. I fell limp underneath him, screaming out in agony. Screaming until it was impossible to scream any more, my lungs burning for air. "Looks like you just don't learn, do you? Well, I guess I will have to teach you a lesson," he whispered. Just hearing his voice made a sensation of anger and disgust well up in me; which quickly disappeared as I felt the painful pressure on my horn growing, and growing.

Absolute terror gripped me like a vice. In a moment of desperation I tried to lighten the pressure on my horn. Nothing seemed to work, no matter how I moved my head, all I could hear was the slow cracking sound as he put more and more pressure on my damaged horn. Pain didn't even register anymore; each crack was like thunder to my ears. I wailed in sorrow as I felt the horn snap. Seeing it fall on the concrete in front of me, I slumped down in defeat, the will to fight leaving me. My voice left me; I tried to scream at him; nothing came but pathetic little squeaks, blood from my forehead stinging my right eye.

He picked up my horn with his wing waving it in front of my eyes, speaking in that condescending voice of his. "Oops, looks like I broke your toy." A small part of my mind wanted to hit him, wanted to continue fighting. I just lay there though, letting out choked little sobs. Listening to him laugh at me made me feel sick. I tried to scream once more, though to my horror, all that came out was a tiny squeak. "Looks like you can't even scream for help anymore. Thank you, that will make this so much easier for me."

Continuing to let out choked little sobs, I looked up at him through one eye, the other shut tightly, stinging painfully from the blood pouring down my face. I felt scared — for the first time in my life I felt what actual fear was like. Resistance left me entirely. I gave up trying to crawl away from him. I just lay there, slumped down from the pain that wracked my body. The throbs of pain from where my horn had once been caused my head to spin and hurt. I sighed in relief, feeling him slowly pulling out his disgusting member from my aching marehood. I watched him stand behind me, unfurling his wings to block my escape. "Stand up, slut, and put your front hooves against the wall," he said in that sickening commanding voice.

Standing up I eyed the alleyway. It was nothing but a dead end. Even my magic enhanced eyes couldn't spot an escape route. Running seemed futile though — I didn't have my magic to teleport, or defend myself — he would simply capture me within seconds. Inwardly I sighed, slowly approaching the wall, rearing up, and placing my hooves against it. Closing my eyes, I readied myself, pulling my tail aside I reluctantly showed him my sore, bleeding pussy. Shooting him a hateful glance over my shoulder, I croaked out with my broken voice. “F-fuck you… you're not getting away with this… p-people will ask questions about a guard this wounded!"

He grinned at me. I cast my glance down and away from him, not wanting to see that smug satisfied grin of his. Drooping my ears, I shuddered in shame and humiliation hearing his smug and satisfied voice. "And what would you tell them? That you were stupid enough to follow a random stallion into an alley and that you couldn't even defend yourself against him. Do you really think the night guard would keep a guard who can't even defend herself?" I felt my cheeks burning in shame. He’s right — I aman embarrassment to the guard. I can'teven defend myself. "I think your horn would make an excellent butt plug for you," he whispered, pressing my severed horn against my butt.

I hid behind my platinum mane, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing my sorrow and pain. Silently I kept crying, shuddering at the thought of what would happen if I reported this. The bat ponies would see me as weak and pathetic, unable to defend myself. I whimpered softly, realising that he was right. No pony can know about this. I tried to scream a string of profanities at him, though nothing but a small broken squeak came forth from my mouth.  "NO! P-please no… d-don't use it like that… please just… just let me go? I… will do anything!" I managed to whisper in the most pathetic tone I had ever heard.

"No, tonight you're my plaything. I'm going to make sure that you'll never will forget this day in your pathetic life," he said, giving the horn a powerful shove up my rear, coaxing a small broken scream from my throat. I hardly registered his hoof slapping down on my cutie mark, the sharp stinging sensation from my hind quarters overwhelming all other senses. Slumping against the wall, I simply gave up. All I could do was pray to Luna and Celestia that he was not going to kill me afterwards. Instinctively I pulled my tail between my hind legs.

I looked back at him, seeing that victorious grin still on his muzzle, almost retching as I caught his musky scent. He growled at me, causing me to tremble in fear. "Get that tail out of the way or I will cut it so short that everyone will see your cunt for weeks." I whimpered, doing as I was told without question — after this, the last thing I would want others to see was…. that.

I think I choked out some words, although I was pretty sure that it was nothing but incoherent blubbering. I whimpered loudly, feeling his weight on my back as he mounted me again, pressing the side of my face to the wall with a hoof. He slammed his disgusting cock deeply into my already sore marehood. I didn't scream or resist — I did not want to give him the pleasure of that. He started rutting violently, sending hot lances of pain through my body.

I limply slumped against the wall offering him no resistance, feeling disgusted with myself as his cock thrust into me. I sobbed silently, hidden behind my mane, unable to hold the tears back as he continued to violate me. My body starting to betray me: I could feel the slightest hints of pleasure mixing in with the pain. I could feel the familiar sensation in my marehood as it slowly started to become moist against my will.

He moaned softly into my ear, breathing heavily down my neck and grunted, "what’s wrong slut? Why are you so silent? Did you finally figure out that your real talent isn't healing magic but being a slut for random stallions?" His mocking voice made me want to buck him in the balls, though I couldn't even bring myself to do that anymore — I could just stand there and take his abuse, my legs trembling threatening to give out.

Desperately I tried to look away from him. I tried looking anywhere but at him. No matter where I looked, I always saw him. He had made sure that I always had to watch him plunging his length into my sore marehood. I let out what I hoped was a growl of frustration. Bucking my hips in a last effort to get him off me, it only made him thrust harder and deeper inside of me. "F-fuck you!" I whispered pathetically as a reply. I squeaked in shock feeling his hoof firmly slap over my cutie mark.

"No, you said it wrong. It isn't 'fuck you', it's 'please fuck me, sir'. So say it again, but now like you mean it," he said with that sickening grin. I could feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment at his comment. I hated this so much. I hated him so much, but more importantly I hated my body for giving in to him; I hated It for betraying me, for daring to take pleasure in this.

"NO! F-fuck you, you cunt… I… NEVER!" I protested as loudly as my throat allowed me to. I could feel my body starting to take more and more pleasure from the forced rutting. I cursed myself for it, whimpering pathetically, feeling the mixture of my own shameful arousal and blood running down my thighs. I groaned in pain, feeling him apply more and more pressure on my head, starting to put his weight on it with each deep thrust inside of me.

"Sorry, slut, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that again?"

I whimpered, whispering in a tiny fearful voice. "P-please… fuck me… Sir…" I shivered in disgust at even saying the words. How could I beg that… that monster to fuck me! I could hear him laughing at me, revelling in the misery he was putting me through.

"I'm about to cum. Do you want my sperm inside or outside?" he whispered softly into my ear, biting down on it firmly afterwards, coaxing a loud scream from me. I gasped in shock as his words finally sank in, realising I wasn't even on any birth control at the moment.

"OUT OUT OUT PLEASE!!!" I shouted at him, in pure desperation. I watched that wicked grin growing on his muzzle whimpering in response.

"Okay, inside it is," he chuckled softly, before slamming his entire length deep inside my marehood. I screamed in agony as I felt the tip of his shaft pressing against my cervix. I prayed to Luna it would be his last act of cruelty. I sobbed, feeling the disgusting creamy cum being pumped into my depths.

Defeated and feeling thoroughly violated, I slumped against the wall weakly, only being held upright by the monster that was still unloading his disgusting seed inside of me. "F-fuck you…" I meekly whispered just above a breath. My entire body ached. Relief washed over me as I felt him pulling out slowly. I couldn't help but feel slightly happy as it was finally over.

He cleaned his member with my tail. I could feel his warm seed already leaking down my thighs. Unable to stand, I simply allowed myself to fall to the ground, looking away from him with a pathetic little whimper. I heard him opening his saddle bags. Letting out a choked sob, I braced myself for him to kill me. Instead I watched two bits falling on the ground. “Here is your payment. I would have paid you more if you didn't resist as much as you did," he said with barely contained laughter. With the powerful flutter of his wings, he was gone, leaving me alone there on the ground.

Laying there in the alley, I couldn't think. I didn't want to think. I desperately wished he had killed me rather than left me here. I stared at those two golden bits for a long moment. Time didn't even seem to pass as I stared at the payment. On top of everything, that made me feel even more disgusting. I slowly picked myself up, tears still streaming down my cheeks. I set off, limping out of the alley, moving through the shadows to avoid being seen by anyone. No pony should see me like this, no pony should know a guard couldn't even take care of herself.

I set into a painful gallop when reaching the park, making a straight line towards my house without a care. I couldn't help but smile, slightly seeing the large home my parents had left me. I almost slammed into the door in my eagerness to get inside. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being followed or watched… even though a glance behind revealed that I was entirely alone. I quickly opened the door, slamming it closed behind me, making sure I locked it tight.

I quickly went from room to room to ensure every door was locked and closed. Discarding my armour unceremoniously on the kitchen floor, I limped my way up the stairs, burning pain shooting through my body. I pushed my way into the shower, throwing it on, not caring to get the temperature right, just leaping under the ice cold stream, letting it wash over me, grabbing at my products, starting to scrub, desperately trying my best to get clean, to wash his scent off my body. I felt the energy drain from me, everything becoming blurry as I suddenly found myself on my side curled up like a young foal. I screamed in frustration; no matter what I did, I could still smell his disgusting scent on my body and all around me.

I hardly noticed the water starting to become pleasantly warm. I couldn't really care about it. I was useless. I suddenly jolted up, my ears perking as there was a firm knock at the door. Without even bothering to dry off, I limped down the stairs, wearily approaching the door, pulling my blade from its sheath on the way. I opened the door slowly, not taking the chain off it. "Can I… erm… oh…"

Blinking slowly in surprise, I leaned down to look at the note that had been left on top of two golden bits. A tightness building up in my chest, I read the words:You left your payment, so I followed you home to give it to you. PS it probably isn't healthy to go to sleep into the shower. I gasped, slamming the door shut, and letting out a loud scream. Then there was nothing but darkness.