I had accepted the gift my Daughter had so kindly and generously offered me. There is no way I could refuse and deny her to give me, what she knew I was so highly desiring. I can’t just say no here.
I may not be too experienced in the treats, but she made me feel special. First in polishing my hooves, and then applying the red lacquer on all my four hooves. She had even taken the effort in applying the special top coat in order for this to actually last.
Then she had offered me a make up and a face mask. The suggestion sounded so inviting and exciting, I couldn’t come up with a reason to turn it down; thus instantly accepted it.
Some of her questions had been bothering me, but I made an effort to hide it in gratitude to her for the gift she had placed such an effort into.
The bloody red for my lips, and the silver metallic for my eye shadow. She had apparently known my preferences and taste in colours and make up; even if I rarely wore any of them.
“If you close your eyes, please; so that I can get started!” she prompted.
With that I slowly closed my eyes, expectant, expecting the joy she had just offered me. Since the hooficure she performed does look good, she had snatched the last excuse to turn the next, the face mask down.
I feel the gel as she spread it out over my face, starting from the rim; as if she was framing my face as she worked it in along the way.
At first it feels good as the gel is absorbed and warms up; at least it is how I imagined, based on my personal experience.
She had managed to cover my ears, my forehead, my chin; then continued forwards towards my muzzle. I imagined she had applied the red lip stick over my lips, just as my sensations had told me. How wrong I had been, as red as it may be, but it is rubber. I knew she had applied the eye shadow, even if I never realized this was rubber; just as the lip stick.
Nothing had alerted me to what she was doing, or the intent she had in mind. What she was about to do to me. Then she spread the rubber inwards and covered my muzzle. The rubber stuck on my face and curing.
Once I feel the rubber over my lips is when the first hint is presented; my face had slowly grown stiff under the still highly elastic, and dangerously endurable clear rubber.
She finally spilled the beans; as she covered my nostrils, and thus prevented me to breathe; but by now it is too late to react, or do anything about what was slowly claiming me. I am running out of air, and fairly quickly at that.
Now I tried to part my lips; but no air flowed into my mouth, while the rubber refused to permit me to part my lips. As hard as I may struggle, but I could draw now air into my lungs; through either my mouth or my nostrils.
I intended to trot out of the room, but I couldn’t even lift a hoof to the effect. Each hoof in turn refused to even leave the floor; I couldn’t budge a single one of them, as hard as I may struggle and strain myself.
The air in my lungs started to grow thick, as I couldn’t draw air; this keeps growing worse. I tried to put more effort in pulling my hooves free, but to no avail. Then I tried to part my lips, but with each and every attempt, I realized that the rubber had grown just a little bit stiffer than the last time. Moment by moment; the struggle grows harder, and harder.
Had my hooves been free; I could have tried to open the door, and trot up the flight of stairs in search for help; but as long as I couldn’t leave the room, there could be no hope for me.
I had nothing to attempt to puncture the rubber covering my muzzle, and blocking my nostrils. I would have tried anything, even if I knew it would leave scares in my face; that is how desperate I had grown after what may be a minute worth of struggle. Only then; my thoughts started to grow fuzzy and disjointed from the lack of oxygen; as asphyxia slowly claimed me, pulling me down into the pit.
As much as I may struggle, I soon grew too weak to even try to lift as much as a hoof or part my lips. My lungs had never been strong enough to either blow out, or pull in the membrane holding the dear and precious air out.
The only chance I have is to save my energy and air for as long as I could, but the growing panic prevented me from actually relaxing.
In the end; I gave up the effort, and collapsed on the floor. The little remaining life I had left to me, is not enough to keep me standing up. There is a thud, and a pain in my belly as I hit the floor; but that is my last effort.
Thankfully, the pain from the fall did not last all that long; because then I simply faded out entirely, and was simply unconscious. From hereon and out, the seconds simply marched on and left me behind; entirely unnoticed.
Exactly when my heart stopped, I have no idea, but then I slowly grew cold. Merely a lifeless body, awaiting to be found on the floor in my very own basement. Of course; the only reason to know where I am is the stench, even if I guess they should be missing me by now. Yet, unless she told them where I am; that will take them far too much time for them to actually save me.
On that note, I am already dead and gone; what is in my place is the lifeless husk of what once was a living and breathing Pony. What ever had I possibly done, in order to deserve this, or even push her over the edge and do what she had just done to me? I had no idea, but it is too late for me to regret that now.
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