I doubt that many people alive today can say that they know what it is like to be held down while their hair is on fire. It’s like a less lethal version of being strangled. You can struggle and fight all you want, but in the end… it happens.
The sensation was shocking. Surprising as it may be, one’s hair can actually be quite heavy. You may not notice your head feeling lighter after a trim, but when your scalp is burnt bald, it is definitely noticeable – and horrible. The sensation of your head becoming lighter… the rapidly growing heat…
The worst moment physically was – of course – when the fire reached my scalp, (Hair doesn’t hurt when you cut it off, and neither does it hurt when it is burnt. Most of it is dead anyway) but mentally, the worst moment was half a second before that, when my head was feeling unbearably hot, and I could tell what was about to happen.
It’s like being tortured. You know that it’s going to happen, and that you could stop it happening in any other situation, but right now, you’re helpless.
Am I really rambling about the details of how my hair was burnt off? Is it that important to me?
Yes. It is, because it was my hair – something that I’ve always had. I suppose you can never understand how traumatic such an experience is unless you live through it. That mare... holding me down... doing nothing but smiling while I scream.
Trixie's nothing short of a monster. She’s a megalomaniacal psychopath. I swear to god, that if I get out of here, I’ll strap her to a wooden board and put a flaming torch to her chest – burn her alive like the monster she is.
That was my first escape attempt, and it didn’t end well. There were only a few ways it could have ended. I could have escaped, I could have been killed, and I could have been recaptured. Out of all of them, it had to be the worst one.
Aren’t I lucky?
It took place the day before my first performance – which ended up working in my favour. Trixie couldn’t send my out on stage with my head the way it was. Who would want to see a show where the performer was not only bald, but their head had obviously been torched?
So she fixed me. I couldn’t believe it, but within a few short hours, Trixie returned, woke me up from my strange hybrid of sobbing and sleeping, and then made my hair grow back. Just like that. I had hoped that she would snap my nose back into place, but she left it how it was.
To say that Trixie properly fixed me is an overstatement, of course. She made my hair grow back to the way it was, and she healed the follicles, and in an odd act of ‘kindness’ fixed some of my actual scalp – but that wasn’t exactly gracious. It’s extremely confusing for the brain when some parts of an area are reporting ‘all clear’ while other parts a screaming ‘fucking kill me, I can’t take the pain any more.’
Fuck magic, seriously. Fuck it.
And fuck Trixie.
And this entire fucking show.
***
Close to three weeks ago…
I’m still sobbing. My hiccups and moans of sorrow bounce off the walls of this little room, returning to my ears within a quarter of a second in a confusing and eerie playback of my mental torture.
I had never thought that I would cry like this in my adult life – by which I mean; cry like a child.
My hand hasn’t left my head in the last two hours. All I can do is keep stroking my hair, and thinking about how I will never take it for granted again.
If I ever get out of this, If I ever manage to return home, I’ll be carrying some heavy emotional baggage for the rest of my life. So much that no airline will be willing to touch me – not even with a ten-foot pole.
I could live the rest of my life like this – just lying here, forever. It would still be better than having to see Trixie again. But of course, that’s nothing more than wishful thinking.
As if that thought was a mental cue, the latch to the room gives a quiet click, followed by a slow set of hoofsteps.
My head shoots up, spotting Trixie’s horn glowing in the darkness.
Instantly, my hand is wrenched away from my head, and I am lifted from my thin mattress.
“I think you’ve had long enough. It doesn’t look like you’ll be calming down any time soon, so we’re just going to move ahead.” Trixie’s face is set in a loathing scowl. “It’s time for your first performance.”
“Fuck off!” I struggle against the aura surrounding me, even as the skin around my eyes is sucked dry by it. Trixie clearly wants me presentable for my first show.
Rather than slam me against the cage wall, as I expected, Trixie simply deposits me on the floor. “I don’t have time for this. They’re waiting for you, and I’ve already taken their money. You’ll go on stage, you will play the song you played me yesterday, and then you will come back here.”
“The fuck I will!”
Trixie’s horn flares – although all she is doing is unlocking the cage. “You will. You don’t have a choice. Move.”
The magical command shocks my brain, forcing me to take a breath as my legs start moving, taking me towards the door of the cage.
“I fucking hate you.” I hiss at Trixie as her magic forces me to walk past her. “If I ever get out of here-”
“You won’t.” Trixie cuts me off scornfully. “Trust me, you won’t. Now keep walking."
Author's Note:
Who wants a short chapter?
Well too bad. You got it. Deal with it.
This is the shortest chapter I have EVER written. It's mostly just showing how traumatic the end of the last chapter was, and acting a set-up for the next scene, so please just tolerate it's brevity. Please.
Trixie better fucking die. I swear to god she'd fucking better.
893529 I am inclined to agree.
893582 Why am I even reading this? Why am I even tracking this?! This is just another 'Trixie's-a-bitch' story!
Fuck this. It's past midnight, and I have a nice warm bed laying right here. Peace out
893597 Actually, this is the heartfelt story of a pianist forced to do the bidding of bitch-Trixie.
But seriously, this story isn't meant to focus on Trixie. These are just the establishing chapters, where I set the scene.
893606 Oh.
Then I shall continue to track it. It's just that after every chapter, I have to print out a picture of Trixie and slowly burn it with a ciggerate lighter.
Y'know, to let off some steam.
893615 <Insert heart-warming, philosophical and poetic statement here>
893629
that was so . . . beautiful
There is no possible way that another combination of words could create such a perfect statement.
I can die peacefully now knowing that I have read something so beautiful.
893682 Yes... With those stirring words, my life is now complete. With the void in my heart that I have been filling with the gratuitous violence of this story now gone, I no longer need to continue with writing these horrors.
Looks like my amazing way with words has shut down this story forever. Who wants cupcakes?
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You good sir, have earned yourself a watcher.
893706 Thanks! (Ego-trip time!)
Shame will this guy ever get a break?
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The way this goes... his going to hate everypony out there (even those who try to help him)
Strap her to a board and setting her on fire?
Jeez, I know that this guy has a justifiable motivation for doing that, but...
Why doesn't he just play the piano willingly? I mean, wouldn't that make things easier? If I could play the piano, I would do it for Trixie.
A short chapter is better than no chapter. :)
Strapping her to a board while setting her on fire; that's a little tame don'cha think?
Why not permanently cement a magic-canceler ring on the base of her horn and slowly grind down said horn until she looks like an earth pony, then tie her up and slowly tourture her for years to come? Toss it up every few weeks on the torture methods, no holds bared except killing her.
Use her as a toy for sexual gratification if you so desire.
Damn. I can only say four words to Trixie from this story.
I freakin' hate you.
And then Trixie goes to Ponyville to brag to the Mane 6, but when they see him perform, they notice he's in pain and save him...right? RIGHT?!
This is gold, never considered Trixie would be that fucked up in the head.
I would play a charming musical piece, all the while singing, "Trixie, oh Trixie! She's always acting bitch-y! She keeps me as a personal slave, and all I want is to return to the grave! But that's not the point! Rather, something I say from a position I self-appoint! Because TRIXIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... Oh, TRIXIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
...
...
Is a bitch. :|"
*applause*
893529 Nail her to a cross!
894373 REALLY think about it. You've just been kidnapped, dragged between universes, and thrown in a cage that doesn't even have a toilet.
Then you get angry, because of said kidnapping, and in response, your nose is broken.
Would you still want to play the piano for the pony doing all this to you?.
894838 Hey, Piano Man isn't a sociopath. He hasn't even finished high-school yet. (Don't ask for an age, because it's just another detail that I'm leaving vague.
894941 I'm good at making characters that the whole family can hate! I once created a character that mentally tormented and then executed an underling because he couldn't control a stray dog he had adopted as a pet. (Seriously, I'm perfectly fine mentally. I just really immerse myself when I'm writing with original characters)
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895561 Eeyup. Maybe I'll elaborate on that more. Maybe not.
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Well, I was thinking long term effects of complying. Trixie would eventually not need to use her magic to make Piano Man do what she wants, and, if things go right, she might begin to trust him. (She might also stop hurting him, but that's just a guess.) Eventually, if Piano Man still wanted to hurt her, he would have a better chance as she would not have her guard up all the time.
It's just my theory, but I'm more subservient by nature and would likely try to reason with Trixie first.
896285 Crucify her!
896727 Well of course that can happen, but these are still the 'early days'. That can take a while.
I think I am approximately... somewhere from a third to a quarter of the way through this story.
I find that overall emotional scenes tend to "punch" more when the person under injury is not given huge detail to what is happening. For some reason I feel more sorry for the person when the whole "crying and sad part" of that person is not there in the first place. You can easily imply that this has been happening with a "my face was covered with the tears of the past hours" or something like that.
I have no idea why this is, and if its only me. And its not a big problem your story really has either. It's just something i though of when reading it. I am just trying to be constructive.
I love this story, It is very cool.
898371 Thanks very much! Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
893529
what!!, hell no!!!
let her live!!!
but break every bone in her body...
cut her skin with a rusty old knife and spray a lime, salt salution in it
rape all the holes she has and make a few more holes to add some fun...
burn her slowly, first the hair, then let her skin bake brown, let it become black and dry and let her dangle behind the cart...
rip off her eye lids and piss in her eyes...
smash a bottle across her face and and put the brocken glass in her mouth and go on a rapage on the face
cut her belly and take a dump in her body...
saw trough her ribs and remove that rib-case, rip out that lung and burn the wound close...
pragnade her trough a make shift hole...
stab her with long metal rods and make sure you miss vital organs(dont want her to take the easy way out)
and heat them up slowly
take a wood planing and work your way from her hoves to her rump...
burn her horn untill it melds...
crack her scalp and pin some nerf pins into her brain the register pain and let her feel that way a full week...
than dump her in the everfree forest and give her a very sharp spear and a thousend bits in her mouth, say ''the bits for the for enemys who kills you, and the spear to defend your self''
know she has no limbs and is burned, cuted, disembled and in shock... hang some fresh, raw meat around her neck for lunch and to atrackt some wild live in the everfree
the autor has a sadistic streak in him.....
Ha, I love that line more than I should. "It's extremely confusing for the brain when some parts of an area are reporting 'All clear' and others a screaming'Fucking kill me'."
Btw, is the bold part a typo?
this is on my fave list. im 12. what does that say about me?
Dear Jesus she had better hope that Humanity doesn't find out or ponies are fucked as a whole
In my mental version where she abducts my OC (He can play the piano), she gets murdered in this chapter, and my OC walks away, grinning evilly, drenched in blood... Also, if showtime is next chapter (That's just an assumption), then why isn't this named something else?
Doesn't he have a piano in the cage with him? What's stopping him from taking a wire and garroting that bitch?
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Celestia would be very disappointed with you.
I am currently reading on iPhone. Under this paragraph an ad for the Victorian cancer council popped up XD
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I wish to believe that Trixie is the Equestrian equivalent of Ed Gein.
Like, honestly tho, if we see an alien-looking creature that walks and talks, but they're in a circus performing, I also won't immediately have the mindset of "yo we should save that guy".