Author's Note

this part is a bit brutal

Chapter 9

Today, my family were going into the mountains for a camping trip. Alone in the mountains, coming close to nature, perfect for them, not for me. Maybe, if I was lucky I’d get mauled by a bear.

They went canoeing, punching and slapping me when the guide wasn’t looking. Then hiked into the mountains, I had carried all the bags and firewood.

They slept in a large tent with comfortable cots. While, I resided on a tough log in the rain. I was freezing under the single blanket they gave me. They were inside the nice and warm tent, eating s'mores and telling campfire stories. A chain collar was wrapped around my neck so I couldn’t run.

Suddenly, Fancy walked out an empty bag of marshmallows, chocolate, and crackers in her magic. She threw them away in a trash bin feet from me and giggled, rushing back inside the tent. At least she was happy I guess.

I dragged myself up, tugging the chain to reach the trash bin. I yanked the marshmallow bag out and suckled the marshmallow bits stuck inside, then the cracker box, then the chocolates. They also roasted hot carrots, so I got to snack on the buns.

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The next day was hell, I got a bad cold and every time I coughed, I was electrocuted. They had planned white water rafting. It was an exciting trip, zipping down the rivers of Canterlot Woods. I sat in the back, they had no real reason to torment me with this ride, so i got to enjoy myself a bit. However, I didn’t have a life jacket so each tumble sent my brain into overdrive, thinking I would fly right out and die.

The boat was lead to the shore, a beach, it seemed to be. Many ponies relaxed on towels, or played in the sand and sea.

Sun grinned, levitating the bags over to me, they were soaked, but luckily the insides were dry. I was made to unfold everything and put up the tent. Fancy released the clasps of her life jacket and trotted over to me.

“This is the life,” Mother said, as I was forced to put sunscreen on her, only after rubbing up Fancy. After that we packed up and got ready to leave. I cried, the pain too much, to much to bear.

My parents heaved about ten boxes onto my back, with their magic of course, the sharp stabs were so bad. “I can’t hold it…” I cried.

“Do it,” Father wrapped thin rope around the boxes and my stomach, purposely snitching it tight. It kept the boxes on my back, and the pain was real.

“And it will determine how you spend your next seventy two hours,” Mother laughed as she walked off. Would they really let me go for three days if I did this? The sharp jabs were nothing as I emptied many cans and goods into their bomb shelter. Why they had a bomb shelter or were stocking it was beyond me.

I came up from the basement to see everyone snickering at me. A unicorn stallion with strong hooves sat on the couch next to Sun and Fancy as they played Jenga. No...I had enough experience from Sun. He was either a victim or tormentor. But since he was a unicorn he was definitely a tormentor.

“Remember when I said how you spent your next seventy two hours,” Mother chuckled. “This is Rick...and he’s your new master.”

“He’s my brother,” Sun smiled. “But not from the same orphanage,” she noted.

“Permission to speak,” I asked.

“Granted,” Father glared.

“Are you going to let anymore ponies come in and torture me?” I asked, only to be electrocuted by Father. Jolts rose from my neck to the tips of my hooves. I wailed, crying as Rick laughed at me. The pain stopped, allowing my chest to heave.

“That information is not your concern,” Father spat. Rick stood up, his voice was low and commanding.

“I’m ready for this,” Rick licked his lips. He levitated out a box full of tools, and heaved it onto the table. His strong arms had no problem with the box. “You all just watch, this isn’t the first dirt pony I’ve had.”

“Don’t cause any lethal damage,” Fancy warned. “This sheets are hard to wash,” she added instantly dispelling any idea I had that she cared for my well being at all.

“I’m rich, i’ll replace it,” he muttered, reaching in a getting a hacksaw. NO! I screamed and bolted to the door, my hooves pounding against the tile. One touch of that door would paralyze me, so I went for the window. I bucked at it, feeling the bullet-proof glass creak but not give away. I bucked again, however I dropped feeling waves after waves of electricity rise through me.

Rick cackled as he slowly trotted to me. All that pain from one pony? He shook his head, “so dumb, I reinforced those windows before my visit.”

Fancy smiled as I was dragged back, now eating an entire both of sugar cookies. “You know, tomorrow is my birthday.”

“So this is my present to you then,” Rick grinned. He placed the hacksaw against my knee, I tensed bracing for the pain. It came hard. He grinded the blades into my kneecap, blood splattering onto the white carpet.

“May I help,” Sun stood up, smile playing her lips. She took a hammer and used the back to rip my mouth open. She began to smash my teeth out, blood filling my mouth and I spat it onto the ground, earning myself a punch.

He detached my leg and set it aside, moving to my next one. All I could do was scream and thrash in agony as my limbs were removed and tossed aside. Sun successfully removing all my teeth and were digging in my gums to pull out the roots. She even yanked my wisdom teeth out, those haven’t even sprouted yet.

I was now just a stump, truly helpless to whatever cruel fate they had designed for me.