I could try to explain why bad things happen to people, but I am not going to waste your time with pseudo moralistic beliefs. It was a little brisk so I stepped up the pace and moved up the stairs from the basement and into the kitchen. I stepped over to the sink and held out my gloved hands.

There was a light splatter of blood on my knuckles and on the tips of my fingers. After a few minutes of observing my hands from different angles, I removed the rubber gloves and dropped them into the sink.

The sink began to turn into a light red as the bodily fluid began to seep in every direction. I removed the gloves and pulled the plug and threw the gloves away as the water drained away. I then scrubbed the entire sink with bleach and then washed my hands.

It started when I was around seventeen, back then I just focused on small creatures but I have been trying to move upwards since then. I have a problem and I am seeking help by attending anonymous group meetings.

No targeting people… too many variables with little room for error. I stick to animals, and I know that doesn’t qualify me for the humanitarian of the year award but I would if I could but I can’t.

I took off my glasses and placed them next to the night stand and lay down to sleep. I felt absolutely nothing and lay down in the dark staring the whirring of the fan despite what I have just done.

The urge has become less frequent since I have been going to monthly meetings but when I… satisfy the urge, it goes away completely and I can go months without another relapse.

The beeping sound of the alarm is the first sound I hear Monday through Friday. I showered, brushed and flossed my teeth, combed my hair and put on my suit. My job is at the corporate office of an up and coming coffee company as a computing specialist for their I.T. department.

As I prepared a small breakfast, I came across the basement door and paused. Nothing but the sound of the air condition coming through the vents could be heard. My eyes closed as I placed my bare hand on the reinforced wooden door and felt the cold hum that was emanating from the other side, clearly coming from the a/c. I smiled and continued with my routine.

I logged into my laptop and connected it to my work computer. I opened up the ticket system and looked up technical problems by priority. I picked a P-5 which is the highest priority and needs immediate attention. The problem was the user is unable to connect to the network. I grabbed Ethernet cable just in case and looked up the name of the user and the office room number.

Room 612, I’ve helped her before. She has had a number of problems with her new office ever since she moved up to the sixth floor. I took the service elevator since it was a lot faster than the over used main elevators. While I was waiting I took out my phone and took a look at my picture gallery. I opened the locked section with a password. I casually glanced at my various depraved acts of torture and abuse. I zoomed in on one particular picture of a bird I found two months ago with a broken wing but quickly locked and pocketed my phone once I felt the elevator come to a stop.

^^^^^

Once the work day was over I placed my work laptop into the bag and threw it over y shoulder as I walked out of the building. I walked to my car and stopped dead in my tracks.

My windshield was completely caved in as if somebody threw a rock through it. I put my bag on the ground and slowly made my way to the car muttering the whole way.

“Are you shitting me? Why?” I opened the car door and saw shattered glass everywhere in the interior. Then I spotted what looked like silver butterfly. I reached over the console and when I lifted the object up, it was indeed was an inanimate silver butterfly. I gripped it hard in anger, hoping to break the damn thing in half.

“My window needs to get fixed and then I find who did this!” I got out of my car and went over to grab my bag and then headed off the shop. I took a cab home after dropping off my car at the shop and immediately went to my computer. I checked the reviews of the auto shop online and they received a lot of positive feedback so I relaxed a little and decided to indulge myself. I typed in “Small animals” and looked at a few pictures of a rabbit, a cat or a small turtle and clicked a few pages down.

I then remembered what I contained in my coat pocket. I took it out and looked at its impressive craftsmanship. It had glass for the wings that was rimmed with silver. I kept it in my left hand and turned my attention back to the monitor. After a few more pages I came across a picture of a cartoon.

I saw that it was one of those pony things I always see around the internet in some shape or form. I heard that its some kind of big deal with a large fan base or something.

It was a yellow looking one with red hair and a bow with a happy expression. Glancing at the tags for the picture, they were simple enough and I read the title of the picture. Applebloom, that was the name of it apparently after reading some of the comments. I noticed how adorable she was, in the sense that she looked like a harmless little thing. What I wouldn’t give to have something like that.

“Applebloom, I wonder what you do if you suddenly here. Oh well.” With that I then ate left overs that were from yesterday’s dinner and went to sleep.

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Awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a knock coming from the kitchen area. I didn’t live in a particular big house since I am one man with no family. I got up and grabbed my flashlight from the dresser drawer not with the intention of illuminating the rooms, but just in case I have to badger someone with it. I turned on the light in the kitchen and looked around only to see nothing.

Knock. It came from the basement door that was in the kitchen. I slowly approached the door and put my hand on the knob and slowly twisted it while keeping my flashlight ready. I pulled quickly on the knob and the door opened and I saw nothing. I took a step inside and still saw nothing.

I then heard a small whimpering and looked at the corner next to the door. The next emotion I feel is panic, I couldn’t make it out since it was a little covered in darkness thought it was a Chihuahua that somehow got loose at first sight.

It moved away from me as I got closer and I turned on my flashlight and light it up.

“Ahhh!” I dropped the flashlight when I heard it yell like a person. It then bolted into the kitchen and I ran after it.

“Git away from me!” It was that pony from the picture I saw last night, Applebloom. I was a lot faster and it was clear that she had no idea where she was going since she kept running into corners and dead ends. I caught her and by her sides and lifted her up.

She squirmed like crazy trying to get out of my grip. She was kicking away at my hands with her front hooves and boy did she have some power behind those kicks but I held firm. She screamed… she screamed.

“Let me go ya varmint! Applejack, Big Mac help me!” I had a real Applebloom in my hands and the odds of her being here in my guest room were probably astronomical. She was a tiny thing, when she was on the floor her head came up half way to my calf muscle. I wasn’t going to let this… opportunity pass me by as I felt the urge grow stronger and stronger as I felt her helplessness like some kind of beast preying on another lesser animal. I held her out and began to walk her to the basement.

“Stop struggling Applebloom, I’ll put you down if you play nice.” She settled for a moment.

“H-h-how do ya know my name?” She then started squirming even harder so I shook her and she yelped.

“Stop it please! I’ll stop fighting, just stop shakin me it’s hurtin my neck!” I stopped and held her at eye level and she look absolutely terrified. She was tearing up and sniffling while rubbing the back of her neck with her hoove.

“I just know your name. Now since you’re here, you might as well enjoy your stay.” I smiled and she moved her head away in fear. I put her under my left arm and started walking. When I started down the stairs and into the basement she was just in and remembered the darkness and started wiggling.

“No, not back here! It’s dark and scary!” She then bit me on the side of my stomach which made me let go. When I let go, she tumbled down seven steps, something she obviously didn’t foresee.

“You bitch!” I kept walking down the stairs as I felt the wound. She drew blood, not much but it was going to bruise. She cried even harder while touching her nose which started to bleed slightly due to the fact that she fell face first. She tried to get up and run but she limped on her back right leg.

“Owww! Don’t get near me you weirdo!” She managed to yell through her crying. She had nowhere to go, the basement is sealed off. I turned on the light and she squinted as her eyes were forced to adjust to sudden light. The next thing she saw was a series of cages that were empty… for now and a large open area with a work bench and a large sink. She started sobbing as I cornered her and she backed up as far as the wall would let her.

“Welcome to my recreation room Applebloom.” I kneeled down, still towering over her.

“Leave me alone or I-I’ll bite ya again!” I laughed.

“Go ahead, what difference does it make? You’re already hurt and in my basement. I’m going to make you pay for biting me.” I kicked her in the mid section and I heard the air get knocked out of her. She was knocked off her feet and to her side coughing and gasping for air. I then brought my hand down slapping her left cheek. She squealed in pain as she rubbed her cheek.

“Leave me alone! I’m just a filly, stop hitting me so hard!” I stopped.

“Consider it even.” I then looked around for a suitable cage and found one just for her. I then reached down and grabbed the filly by her mane and lifted her off her feet. He kept trying the hit my hands while screaming as loud as she could. I then looked at her back right leg and saw that it was swelling up. I bent it at the knee just to make sure nothing was broken. She was fine, but she tried pushing my hand away.

“Ahhh! Stop touchin my leg, it hurts!” I tossed her into the largest cage meant for a dog. She then gripped her leg and tried wiping away her tears. I locked the cage with an external lock that requires a key.

“Your leg isn’t broken, it might be sprained though since you took a little dive down the stairs.” She watched my every move and you opened up the cabinet and pulled out an elastic bandage.

“I’m going to wrap up that leg because if I don’t it could hurt you for a long time and as much as I would love that… I’m giving you the chance to cooperate.” She sat still and kept crying.

“Just leave me alone, you’ll just hurt me more!” She was right, but not in the sense she was thinking.

“Either you walk out of this cage or I’ll yank you out by your hair. You got till the count of five. One…” She looked at her leg and made a motion to move but she was defiant and looked away.

“Two… Three…” She began to cry again. She looked at me while still holding her back leg.

“Y-you won’t hit me?” I shook my head.

“No. We’ve had our fun for the night and I got to get some sleep. Four…” She got up and limped her way to the entrance of the wire cage. I then picked her up she flinched when I raised my hand. She was still sniffling and whimpering as I set her down on my work bench.

“Stretch your leg out.” She looked reluctant to let me touch the leg but she eventually stretched it out wincing at the sharp pain. I lifted it and wrapped it tight and made sure it gave her support. I stood her up. She still limped, but less so.

“How does it feel?” She lowered her head and her ears drooped after she took a few steps.

“Better.”I immediately picked her up and plopped her into the cage which I then locked shut.

“Good. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.” I started up the stairs. She panicked and went to the edge of the cage.

“You’re going to leave me here in the cold dark!?” I then noticed how chilly it was down in the basement since there is no insulation in here.

“Yep, have fun.” She teared up yet again.

“Why are you doing this? This is cruel and wrong, you terrible… thing!” She howled at you and sobbed as you ignored her and turned off the light and shut door to the basement and locked it. You then tried to sleep but you were so excited at the prospect of owning Applebloom for your personal amusement. You could faintly hear crying and screaming from the basement in the kitchen.

You close your eyes and dream of the different ways you could spend your time with Applebloom. Life was good, at least for me.

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