Author's Note

Warning!

This chapter gets pretty dark, you may skip it if you wish.

Angel of Darkness

I open my eyes, finding nothing but darkness around me.

Where am I? I wondered.

I heard an echoing chuckle around me. I turned around frantically, trying to find the source, but to no avail.“W-who’s there?” I whimpered.

I saw something appear before me. I stared at the form, their coat a dark color and their mane a cut-up mess.

“Who are you…?”

The shadow chuckled. “I am what’s left of the memory,”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I think you know…”

The shadow-like creature phased through me, flashing images coming through my mind. I shut my eyes tight as I shuddered, remembering him.

“How do you know about that…?” I asked.

The shadow creature chuckled. “I was created by the memory of him,” it explained. “I am what’s left of the memory from that night, from that stallion.”

I watched the shadow form into the stallion, the face distorted and blurred out, only showing a menacing grin.

I turned away, running as fast as my hooves would take me. The shadow only chuckled and appeared in front of me. I stopped, letting out a scream at the sudden appearance of the creature.

“There’s no escape from me, little flower.”

Another shock sent a shiver down my spine, remembering the memory of that stallion.

“Don’t you remember?”

I stood frozen in place, the memories flooding back with every word. The shadowy figure stepped closer, its form shifting and writhing as it approached.

"You remember his touch, don't you? The way he held you down, forced himself on you..." The shadow's words were a low, menacing growl, dripping with malice. I felt sick, my legs shaking as the memories intensified.

I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut as the horrible memories flooded my mind. The shadow's words echoed in my head, each one a fresh wound. I could feel the phantom touch of his hooves on my body, the rough texture of his coat as he pinned me down. The way he forced himself inside me, ignoring my cries and pleas. I could still smell the musky scent of him, feel the hot breath on my neck as he grunted and thrusted.

"Please, make it stop..." I whimper as tears stream down my face."

The shadowy figure loomed over me, its distorted features twisting into a cruel smirk. "Stop? But we're just getting started, little flower. You can't escape this memory, no matter how much you want to." I shuddered, curling in on myself as the horrible flashbacks continued to assault my mind. The shadow's words were like a knife, twisting in the open wounds of my past.

The shadowy figure crouched down, bringing its face close to mine. Its breath was hot and fetid, carrying the stench of decay and old sweat.

"Don't you remember how good it felt?" it hissed, its hooves gently tracing my cheek. "The way your body betrayed you, responding to his touch even as your mind screamed for it to stop?"

I tried to pull away, but the shadow's grip on my chin was firm. "Let me go!" I screamed, my voice cracking with desperation.

The shadow only chuckled, its grip tightening. "You can't escape this, little flower. You're trapped in this memory forever."

The shadow's form began to shift and morph, becoming more solid and defined. I could see the outline of a stallion's body, his muscular frame and powerful legs. His face was still blurred, but his eyes glowed with an intense, predatory light.

The shadowy stallion loomed over me, his presence heavy and oppressive. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the rough texture of his coat brushing against my skin. His hoof traced a slow, deliberate path down my cheek, over my jaw, and along the curve of my neck. I shuddered at the touch, my skin crawling with revulsion even as my body responded, muscles tensing and nerves firing.

"Shhh, little one." His voice was a low, menacing purr. "There's no need to fight it. You know you want this, just like before."

I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. "No, please! I don't want this!" But even as I protested, I could feel my body betraying me. My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage. My breathing grew shallow and rapid.

I felt my body begin to respond to the touch, my traitorous body remembering the sensations all too well. The shadow stallion's hoof continued its path, tracing my collarbone and the curve of my shoulder. I tried to squirm away, but his other hoof pressed firmly against my back, pinning me in place.

"See, little one? Your body knows the truth, even if your mind is fighting it."

I gritted my teeth, trying to force my body to still, to ignore the unwanted sensations. "It's a lie," I spat, my voice shaking. "You're a lie, all of this is a lie. I don't want this. I never wanted this." The shadow stallion chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You can't deny the truth, little flower."

The shadowy stallion's hoof continued its torturous path, skimming over my skin with deliberate slowness. I could feel every brush of his touch, every minute movement of his hoof as he explored my body. My mind screamed in revulsion, but my body shuddered with unwanted arousal.

"Stop fighting it," the stallion growled, his voice low and menacing. "You know you can't resist. Your body remembers the pleasure I gave you."

I let out a strangled sob, tears streaming down my face as I tried to shrink away from his touch. But there was nowhere to go, no escape from the oppressive weight of this memory.

"Pleasure? You mean the way you forced yourself on me, taking what you wanted without regard for my wants or needs? You call that pleasure?" My voice was raw, cracking with anguish as the words spilled out of me.

The shadow stallion's chuckle was cold and cruel, his hoof continuing its torturous exploration of my body. "Oh, but you did enjoy it, didn't you? Your body certainly did."

I felt my muscles tense as I tried to hold back the involuntary reactions to his touch. My skin crawled with revulsion, but beneath it all, I could feel the unwanted arousal growing.

The shadow stallion's presence was suffocating, his massive form blocking out everything around me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he leaned down, his hooves still tracing patterns on my skin.

"You can't hide from this, little one. Your body knows the truth, even if your mind refuses to accept it."

I tried to squirm away, but his grip only tightened. "No! You're wrong! I didn't enjoy it!"

I screamed, my voice hoarse and ragged. The shadow stallion only laughed, a cold, cruel sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His hoof continued its torturous path, skimming over my skin with deliberate slowness.

I could feel every brush of his touch, every minute movement of his hoof as he explored my body. My mind screamed in revulsion, but my body shuddered with unwanted arousal. "You can't deny the truth, little flower."

I felt his hoof slide down closer to my-

I wake up screaming, my body drenched in sweat and my heart pounding. I'm in my bedroom, the morning light filtering through the curtains. The nightmarish memories of the shadow stallion and the horrific flashbacks still linger, fresh and raw. I clutch my pillow tightly, trying to steady my breathing as I process what just happened. "It was just a dream," I whispered aloud.

I sit up slowly, rubbing my temples as I try to shake off the lingering horror of the nightmare. The memories of the abuse feel so vivid, so real, even in the light of day. I take a deep breath, trying to center myself.

"It was just a dream," I tell myself again, but the words feel hollow. The emotions, the sensations, the sheer terror of it all still cling to me like a second skin.

I slowly swing my legs out of bed and stand up on shaky knees. My mind is still reeling from the vivid nightmare that felt so shockingly real. I stumble to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, trying to ground myself in the here and now. As I catch my reflection in the mirror, my eyes are wild and haunted, my skin deathly pale. I take several deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

That's when I see the shadow-like figure again. I let out another scream, falling backwards.

I hit the floor hard, my head bonking against the tile. Stars burst across my vision as pain lanced through my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my sight, but the shadowy figure remained, looming over me with a sinister grin.

"You can't escape me, little one," it rasped, its voice echoing in my mind. "I'm a part of you now, forever."

I blink, the reflection fading away and my head clears. I'm alone in the bathroom, lying on the cold tile floor.

The impact must have been worse than I initially thought - there's a sharp, throbbing pain in the back of my head where it hit the ground. I can taste copper in my mouth, and I realize I must have bitten my tongue in my fall. I push myself up slowly, feeling dizzy and nauseous.

My head spins as I grip the edge of the sink, steadying myself. The memory of the shadowy figure still haunts me, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm not truly alone. I splash more cold water on my face, trying to ground myself in the present.

My hoof trembles slightly as I turn off the faucet. The image of the shadow figure in the mirror replays in my mind, but I push it aside.