Abuse

It was a week of screwups that led to pain and agony until my parents and my sister were tired of it. The first was out at some fancy gala, I begged a mare to distract my parents so I could run, the spell cast on me only allowing murmurs and mumbles instead of convincing words, the mare turned up her nose in disgust and I was punished by drinking the water in the toilets.

The next was at the park, they told me to stay still, but when they left to go to the bathroom, I bolted. They found me too quickly and when I got home, I couldn’t sit for weeks.

I was in my room reading and then they came inside, a present falling onto my lap. It was wrapped in gold paper, an expense that ‘big’ would cost me my hide.

“Unwrap it!” Fancy said, they never celebrated my birthday, all I got on that day was painful reminders of my existence. I unwrapped it and inside was a red bowtie it felt like something was in it.

Mother smiled in anticipation, “put it on. NOW.” I raised it to my neck and it latched itself in place, I pulled at it but it couldn’t come off, and it never would.

“You failed us more than ever,” Father began. “It’s a dog collar we fused with a bowtie, it can track you, so escaping is even more impossible. We been far too lenient with you and now it’s time to collect your debt to all of us.”

“This collar will send a controlled shock through your system, the sensitivity is dependent on how much magic we use.” Fancy added, she readied her horn for use, an aura shimmering around it.

Mother said, “we gave you a pound of flesh and now we want it back, tenfold!” I screamed as my body convulsed, invisible pins pricking my skin, it was white hot agony then quickly, freezing cold. It electricity stopped, allowing me to breathe.

“Please...Fancy...stop them!” I pleaded, seconds later the electricity started up again. Only worse, since all three parties were using all their magic. It felt like my skin was being boiled off. I attempted to stand but the pain was far too great. All I could do was wail in a kneeling stance.

They relaxed their magic. Fancy kicking me onto my side.

“I hope you finally learn to behave,” Father said. “Fancy, can now punish you for ANYthing, she wants, you have lost your use as a pony, or as anything.”

Fancy grinned, and grabbed me by the chin, bringing our faces close, “it’s gonna be a long night, Starry.” She spat at the end.