Fear Through the Eyes of Madness

I sat patiently the next day, waiting by my front door. She was coming over today, and I made sure that I'd be able to accommodate her. I've been sitting here, on the floor, since early in the morning, finding myself unable to focus on anything other than her arrival. The best part about all the waiting was thinking of all the ways to make her meet her end.

I, being the old-fashioned stallion I am, had already dug a hole in the backyard. It would accommodate her quite nicely, with some room to spare. It was also located underneath the shade tree, so, even in death, the filthy whore of a mare could feel relaxed.

However, there had to be much more fun ways to finish a pony off. Suffocation would be nice; making her watch as I restrict her airways. Going right out and stabbing her could also work or forcing her to watch as I make the incisions that let her own life drain out of her. So many terribly great ways, so few chances to implement them all. My eyes close for a moment, but shoot back open when I hear a knock come from the door.

I start shaking, a mixture of both fear and excitement washing over me. Adrenaline begins to flow through my veins.  My heart feels as if it's about to explode. I hid most of this on the inside, of course. I stood myself up from my sitting position on the wooden floor, and slowly walk over to the entrance door.

I push my head real close, bringing an ear to the door, listening for her. Sure enough, she calls out to say who she is. I waste no time in opening the door, greeting her as if we were the best of friends.

"Hello, Miss Court! Though I received your notice, I must say that it is still such a pleasant surprise to see you!"

"And you as well! How have you been?"

"Just fine, aside from the fact that I spend every waking moment of my life trying to forget the absolute hell you put me through!"

"Wonderful, and you?"

She begins to work her way to the living room, hoisting herself up on to the couch. She lays herself down, replying with, "Oh, absolutely wonderful, thank you for asking! Richard and I are starting to plan a wedding!"

"A wedding, you say? But, he hasn't even—"

I stop myself mid-sentence, noticing the ring she wore around her neck, itself suspended by a chain. It was quite impressive, I'll give this "Richard" that. It had red jewels surrounding the centerpiece, a small blue gem. He must have spent quite a large amount of money.

It was unfortunate that it would all have been a waste within the next few minutes or so.

I had to try my best to suppress the absolute glee I felt inside at the mere thought of giving this bitch what she had coming to her. I successfully hid my excitement, and she still sat there on the couch, completely unaware of the danger she was in. She turned her head back towards me, asking, "What have you been up to?"

I considered my words, deciding it best to not just let my brain dump all over the place.

"Well, I've been living here, as you know. Other than that, not much at all has happened since our trip to Las Pegasus."

The words stung like a smack in the face as they left my mouth. It was bad enough having to remember the event, but having to bring it out from inside was complete and total torture. The room fell silent, save for our gentle breathing. I silently excused myself from the room, seeing her watch as I turned and left, heading for the kitchen.

I knew that I had no reason to be in here, but she didn't, and that made the next phase of the plan easier. I grabbed a small bundle of rope from off the dining table in my teeth, turning back to head towards Miss Court. I silently re-enter the living room, seeing Miss Court staring down at her hooves.

"It's now or never."

I get behind Miss Court, the rope tied around each of my hooves. I pull my front legs apart quickly, snapping the rope, causing her to look back. I plunge my legs forward, her shocked expression giving me enough space to get the rope in between her jaws. I pushed back as far as I could go, pushing back her cheeks, probably more than they should have been. She instinctively bites down on the foreign material, but it's too late; she's trapped. I tie the rope behind her head, disabling her ability to speak.

She kicks out desperately with her hooves, thrashing around every which way, but I don't miss a beat. I reach down for another piece of the rope, holding this one in my mouth as I try to control her front legs.

I eventually manage to gain control, but not without suffering a few blows. They sting, of course, but none of them will matter soon. I wrap the rope around her front hooves, pulling as hard as I could to make sure she couldn't escape her bond. Her hind legs mean nothing, as almost everypony is vulnerable without their front legs. I clench the portion of rope behind her head in my teeth, getting some of her mane in my mouth as well. She screams out, but the rope makes it come out muffled. I drag her to the center of the living room.

She's sitting upright, eyes wide with fear. I could hear every breath she took as I slowly circled around her. She tried to speak, but it comes out muffled. I smile as I prepare to speak my final words to her.

"Do you know what's going on, Miss Court?"

She shook her head, giving up on trying to talk.

"Do you want to know?"

She nods vigorously.

"Remember our little trip to Las Pegasus all that time ago?"

She sits perfectly still for a moment, not even breathing as I watched. Slowly, she shook our head.

"What?!"

"Stop joking, Miss. Remember when that bird flew down and stole your hay sandwich?"

She shakes her head again, now looking down at the floor.

"So, you don't remember the night we shared?"

She looks up at me. She looks me right in the eye, then shakes her head. All previous plans of saying "I'm sorry" and "Goodbye" are quickly purged from my mind.

"You stupid fucking whore! Think, god dammit!"

She flinches when I raise my voice.

"How can you not remember it?! I spent a fuckload of my own money just for you, and you don't remember any of it! We had fun, we saw everything! We went back to the hotel and had a passionate night! The next morning comes, and how do you repay me? You fucking leave!"

Tears stream down her face as my shouting continues. She whimpers as I continue my story.

"I come back here by myself. I lock myself away from the rest of the world! You tore me apart!"

I get up next to her face, bringing my voice down to a whisper, then let out the final part of the tale, bringing her to what's about to happen to her.

"Then, just yesterday, you send me a letter. Just out of the blue. What does it say? "I'm coming over, so be ready!" No, that wasn't gonna work. I've made sure to accommodate for you though. Let's go check out the room."

I grab the portion of rope behind her head, dragging her on her rump to the backyard. I see the brown mound of earth, and the gaping hole next to it. The tree shades most of it, but what does that matter? I'm not the one going in.

I sit her down in front of the hole. Her muffled cries for help intensify as she stares down at her new home.

"I'm going to let you speak now, so hold still."

I grip one end of the knot with my teeth, pulling away from her, and the rope falls to the ground.

"HELP! THIS PONY'S A FUCKING MANIAC!"

I hit her in the back of the head with my hoof, the sharp crack echoing through the air. Her head rolls to the side, and continues to wobble as she tries to refocus herself. I begin to speak.

"So, here you are. Your new room. I started to prepare it as soon as I heard you were coming."

A weak moan of "No" escaped her lips.

"I knew you'd love it, just like you love that other stallion."

She must've regained her bearings quicker than I thought she would, as she begins to scream out, but not for help; she screams at me.

"Please! Don't do this to me! This isn't like you!"

"How would you know?” I say, calm as I'll ever be. "When the fuck did you ever take the time to get to know me?"

"NO! Please, just let me go! I'll do anything!"

I think on what she says, but realize that I would be the only one feeling emotion. I look at her, the tears continuing to roll

down her face, her legs curled up into her body, almost as if she were trying to turn into a ball and escape. I shake my head, and she screams out.

Her time has come. Perhaps she'll know better in her next life.

"My pain can only end with the commencement of your suffering."

She looks at me, unmoving as I inhale, preparing to finish my job.

"Shall we begin?"

She screams out as I get behind her, gripping her mane in my mouth, snapping her head back. A pop is heard, but that's probably the least of her worries.

"No! NO! PLEASE, GODDESS NO!"

"GET IN THE GROUND!"

I thrust my head forward, causing her to tumble. She is caught off balance, and I finish the deed by using my front-legs to push her in to the hole. She flails violently as she falls the short distance to the bottom. She tries desperately to stand up, but is unable, thanks to me for tying her front-legs together.

I begin to push dirt back into the hole, the shade from the tree covering me as I worked.

Then, I heard a knock at the door.

My eyes snapped open, and I hear another knock.

"What?! It was only a dream?!"

I stand up, walking to the door, opening it to find Miss Court's bright and smiley face staring back at me. She was very much alive.

I welcomed her inside, and we both went to the living room.

Today was going to be a long day.