Death of a bachelor

She walked into another bar. It was a tiring day in the factory. And she had worked so hard for her father, especially as he expected a good job out of it. You'd think that trying to own a factory would be easy.  Smiling, she sat down, her handbag resting at the end of the counter. " I'm exhausted." she muttered to the bartender as she got her usual cup of iced cider. " Owning a factory is harder than you think. I would have quit before now but if  you make promises you gotta keep them." the bartender nodded in agreement as he was cleaning a glass. The music was playing as the ponies got there dates and began to dance. It was on time today and she could at last do her job. Walking over to a stallion she immediately began to drag him to the dancefloor.

He fell in love. He didn't know what to say to this mysterious mare. "Do you love me to death?" she asked. He nodded, not able to speak from the confusion of her arriving here and dancing with him. She gave him a muffin. " It's a present" she said "It was supposed to be mine but I think you should have it". He immediately began to eat it quickly until all of a sudden, he began feel dizzy. She looked around and no one was looking. "You've had too many drinks tonight." she said making sure if anyone was looking they wouldn't suspect anything. She took him into the cellar, strapping his arms into the torture table.

Waking up, he groaned, not used to being on stone tables." Wakey, wakey." she whispered.

"what's going on..." he mumbled.

"A little party." she replied.