The dark room blocked out all light, leaving her seemingly alone. The white unicorn, by the name of Fleur de Lis, was bound and chained to the wall. Not too tight, where it restricted movement, but rather just enough where she could stand, sit, or even lay down. As a unicorn, she'd be able to simply break these chains with magic, but every moment she tried to focus her magic through her horn, a small shock surged from her neck to her head, the cold metal of the collar around her neck nearly chocked with each breath. Not that it mattered, Fleur never learned to use her magic for anything practical. Being a noblemare of Canterlot, as well as more often a trophy wife or eye candy, she never needed to do anything for herself. Laying back, her mind raced back to what brought her to this point.
Upon receiving a letter from her husband, Fancy Pants, Fleur rushed to the zebralands, spending a great deal of bits to ensure she would get there within the day. Upon arriving on the mainland, a guide, representing the local Prince, brought her further into the royal palace. It was there she saw the large and muscular Prince Abraxas, but what really caught her eye was Fancy, laughing as he shook the Prince's hand. The Prince glanced over at Fleur, his eyes seeming to look her over. It was overall an uncomfortable feeling, but she was barely given a chance to get a word in when she felt the sudden grip of two zebra guards grabbing at her arms.
"See, I told you we could work something out." Fancy said, his tone sounding almost sing song. As if he was excited about this. "So, are we good?"
"Yes." Abraxas stated, his tone sounding much more stern and direct. "She shall do perfectly." Raising a hand, he gestured towards a gold gilded door. "Take her to her new room."
Fleur couldn't even speak, only gasp a breathless cry as the two guards dragged her away, her legs only giving out as she tried to fight back. Forced her way through the hall, Fleur was brought before another gilded door, a guard opening it as she still tried to struggle to escape. But these silent guards were not a patient lot, their grip nearly crushing the mare's arms with every attempt she made, making her let out a low, painful whimper. Opening the door, an overwhelming strong smoke drained out of the room like a spicy cloud. Coughing, Fleur was thrown into the room. Within was a large bed, a zebra stallion laying on his side, smoking a silver pipe.
"Oh? So you have arrived my pet, excellent." The zebra commented, standing up as he looked Fleur over. "Well, you're a bit on the flat side, but a few pregnancies will fix that."
"W-what are you talking about?" Fleur asked, her voice finally escaping her lips. "W-w-why am I here? What did my husband do?"
"Your husband?" The zebra asked, raising an eyebrow for a moment. Until it finally dawned on him. "Oh I see, you weren't told. I can explain." Clearing his throat, his expression turned a much more serious glare. "Your husband sold you to my father, and he gave you to me as a gift."
"W-w-what?!" Fleur's eyes widened in shock over such a revelation. "T-there's no way my husband would-"
"He did." The zebra said, leaning down over Fleur's trembling body. "You belong to me now." Tilting his head slightly, his lips curled into a smile. "Now then, let's see what I'm working with."
"W-what are you-" Fleur could barely get a word out before the zebra grabbed at her chest, groping her as if he was trying to crush it. "Ow, that hurts, stop it!" Raising a hand, she swung towards the zebra, but only struck the side of his face.
"You shouldn't have done that." The zebra said, rubbing the side of his face. He was now glaring daggers at the mare, leaving her stunned in fear. "I was going to be gentle you know, warm you up. But now, I'm going to make you scream."
There were no more words at that point. The zebra was not kind, nor gentle, nor merciful. Fleur didn't stand a chance against him. He forced himself on her, he tore the clothes from her body, the same clothes Fancy had previously bought her. This zebra abused her, every twitch of resistance was met with a strike against her body. It was only when she stopped trying to fight back, did he get to the worse part. Even without see it, she felt it. Fleur felt as this zebra destroyed what was once sacred. He violated a place she once held for only her husband, but now it was his to play with.
Every scream was met with his fingers digging into her throat, so much so, after a while, all that was left were small whimpers. This continued on for so long, Fleur could barely move by the end of it. She was twitching as she felt the last violation seep out of her abused holes. Even as her vision slowly faded, she could make out the same wicked grin that seemed only make the bruises hurt more. The last thing she could hear as all went black, the zebra saying in such a cold tone. "Take her below, some time alone will teach her, her place."
The sudden sound of the door opening broke the mare's train of thought, bringing her attention towards the entrance. As the door fully opened, the light from the halls reached in, illuminating the room a little. But it also partially blinded her as she had been in this room for so long. Gesturing her to follow, Fleur silently obeyed. What else could she do? Escape...resist? No, nothing would work. This was her new life, and she was going to accept it, one way or another.
