Abuse

I was a toy, a toy for their amusement. I had given up on escaping, but I still was sane. Fancy and Sun had gone out for drinks at a local bar, Father was playing pool and drinking beers with his stallion friends in the basement, I was sure that they had ordered a few prostitutes, and Mother was at a club with her friends dancing the night away. They were all having fun.

They had locked me in a cage, somewhere in the mansion. It was cold and sometimes a slight jolt would wake me up. Throughout the next the only company I had was my mind, which was slowly rotting away.

...

“HAHAHAHA!” Sun and Fancy said as they took turned shocking me. Pain sent
jolts throughout my limbs.

“This is rich,” Sun stated, focusing her magic.

“We ARE rich!” Fancy laughed. “Come on...let’s put ALL our magic into it!”

“NO! NO!” I begged, but it was too late. I screamed a throat-shredding scream, it felt like my skin was being boiled off, then my exposed flesh was being stabbed by a knife. When the magic stopped, I was gasping for air.

“You know, Father has planned another test for you. I won’t tell you the subject, but you better study, or else.” Sun explained, smoothing my mane.

“Why?” I asked, but the collar was fried up again. The jolts firing through my body hurt like Tartarus but they also seemed to make me stronger.

“Nopony asked you to speak,” she spat. “Now go and clean my bedroom!”

“And then all the bathrooms,” Fancy added. There were five bathrooms in the house. I peed into a bowl, then I had to drink it up. As nasty as that was, it was preferable to than the other options they had.

“Then come to the living room and we’ll decide what to do with you,” Sun said with a grin. She sure was loving her new life. They turned and left, and I was already in tears. I sighed and hurried to do what I had to.

Mother and Father’s bedroom was the largest and on the top of three floors, it was very open plan. The bed in the middle of the room, tall dark oak wood posts embedded in the floor and ceiling, curtains sweeping around the bed for privacy.

I vacuumed the floor and cleaned the windows then the bathroom. Scrubbing the toilets, then the shower. I thought Fancy would enjoy seeing me cleaning the bathroom, but she was furious.

“Cunt,” Fancy spat, “we said bedroom, not bathroom, run along.”

"And do start following directions," Sun snickered.