Soul Mare lay quietly in her bed. Two nights had passed since she had gotten home; and still she wished she were dead. Her flanks burned like fire and her bloodied lips spoke no words. She doubted she would ever speak again. She tried to close her eyes and was brought back to that awful place…
It was warm that Sunday, she remembered, and she was on her usual morning walk to Equestria Unbound. Rose Cut had taken the day off to go on a picnic with some of her friends in the park, so Soul went straight to the book store.
Rapid Quill, as usual, had a small mountain of books ready for her when she arrived. Mara skimmed though them, took four, gave him the money, his morning kiss, and together they walked to the café down the street. As they walked Rapid Quill nuzzled Soul’s shoulder and told her about his morning.
Soul always enjoyed his stories more so, she thought, because she loved his voice so much and not his actual stories. She felt guilty for it, and listened on.
“Something struck me this morning,” he went on. Soul raised her head to look at him. “I love you,” he looked back to her and grinned wildly.
“You do?” she paused for a moment. “So do I… I mean, I love you, too”
Soul Mare blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened between then and when she woke up, but all she could recall was Rapid Quill screaming.
And then she was waking up in a house. It was nice- blue and white curtains, ornate paisley fabrics on the furniture. She assumed she had fainted and somepony had let her rest in a nearby house, so she sat up and called out. Nopony answered.
Then she noticed all the windows and doors in the room were locked tight… from the opposite side.
“Quill? This isn't funny, you can stop now,” Soul laughed nervously, knowing he would never do something like this to her. Soul’s heart pounded in her ears, making it hard for her to listen and concentrate.
“Well dearie, Its not a joke, so why would it be funny?” The door clicked and a big dark Clydesdale stepped through it. His hooves were massive and heavy with think steel horseshoes. He had black eyes and two big white splotches on his muzzle.
“Who are you, where am I?” she asked groggily, staring at him as if her gaze would stop whatever he was going to do to her.
“Peridot, I work down in the mines, so you probably never met me,” he stepped further into the room; his hoofsteps sounded like thunder. Peridot stopped about a hoof away from Soul Mare and she saw how big he really was: At least twice as big, and three times as heavy.
“You're so pretty,” he touched her face. She pulled away” The way your mane falls, and the colors in your eyes… blue and grey…” he muttered softly. Soul could feel the hot of his breath on her neck. He smelled like smoke and booze and dirt. She gagged.
“Don’t be afraid, I'm sure you’ll like it… its just some fun anyway”
Suddenly he was over her, pinning her down under his massive hooves. She whimpered in agony as one of her legs broke under the weight of him. The edges of his horseshoes were jagged, leaving cuts on her arms and sides. They stung when he brushed against her skin and he smiled, kissing her neck roughly.
Soul tried so hard not to cry, biting her tongue until she tasted the salty warmth of blood.
“Please…” she croaked, tears streaming down her face. She was grateful for this: the tears blurred her vision so she didn’t have to look at him any longer.
The pain was worst when he forced his way inside of her, stretching and ripping her flesh. It bled, like much of the rest of her. Her skin soon rubbed raw. She was completely numb between her legs and finally, for a few brief moments, the pain was lessened. Soul Mare let out a breath, spitting blood in the big stallion’s face.
Peridot snorted loudly and stomped his hoof down on the young mare’s arm. It crumpled under the pressure and snapped loudly. It hurt so badly she couldn’t even scream and her eyes opened wide, forcing her to look at him.
He grinned his sick grin and forced his way further inside of her. This time she did scream, as loud as she could, in hopes somepony, anypony would hear her and save her. Instead he just slammed one of his hooves over her mouth, knocking her head back. She cried out feebly, her nose and mouth filling with blood again, a taste she wished weren’t so familiar. She coughed and gagged… she wanted to throw up or just die, but she lay quietly and let him finish.
When he was she was tossed aside like garbage, so she lay to sleep, or die, as she felt like she might..
“Mara.. Mara honey, wake up” that voice, Soul knew that voice. Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head.
“Quill,” she managed to utter, her lips mangled by rough horseshoes.
“Yeah I’m here..”
Soul Mare lay quietly in her bed. Two nights had passed since she had gotten home; and still she wished she were dead. Her flanks burned like fire and her bloodied lips spoke no words. She doubted she would ever speak again.