Broken Diamonds: Blind Beauty

My head was fuzzy and all I could recognize was a throbbing pain on my left flank. It was dull but constant like a backbeat but it hurt like heck. I tried to move but I had to give up when the throbbing gave way to a sickening jolt of pain shooting from my flank to my head where it rested, giving me a killer headache. With a shaking hoof, I pulled the satin covers off of me and looked down to my flank. I winced and recoiled at the sight. My snowy coat was tarnished- no, ruined, by three large jagged gashes on my flank. They cut deep into my skin leaving deep layers of color. Dried blood was caked around the wounds and they looked wet and glistening in the faint light of the room. I choked. How could he have done this? In bed, I could see all of the other faded wounds and jagged cliffs of cuts dug into my skin by him and his torture. Here, when I was laying in bed, I could slink into a posture comfortable for a unicorn. Without all of the powder-white makeup, you could see me. My ruined self. Cut to pieces by his evil. I tried to get out of bed, but the pain had me chained to the bed. My mane and tail were matted and damp. With sweat? Maybe tears? Blood? I was starting to remember the day before. We had been strolling through Canterlot together as we always did, we had just bought me a scarf. He was incredibly mad about what it would cost him. But of course, he does anything for his stature. Anyway, we were strolling. I was practically falling on him and when I did stand, I made sure to hold myself like an alicorn just like he always told me. We had been talking to another elite group, or rather, he had been talking because if I ever talked I earned myself more nights literally chained to the bed when a wave of heat hit me and I sagged to comfortable unicorn-like posture. I immediately stood upright, leaning on Fancy, but he had caught me. The unmistakable fire in his eyes made me fear for my life. We had curtly dismissed ourselves and he had dragged me home. The last thing I remembered before the throttling pain hit, was the sound of the way something hit the air with such force that it felt as though it was hitting me even five feet away. And of course, the way his eyes conveyed the deepest levels of anger, greed, and insanity that anyone could convey.