07-02-2016, 03:30 PM
First it looks like an invisible force opens the door. It opens slowly, squeaking a little to make the whole ordeal a bit more dramatic. And then nothing. Igni’s blue eyes are stuck on the door – which now stands open – but even though she desperately wants to use this chance to flee, her body isn’t cooperating. She just stands there frozen, unable to lift a single hoof or sway her short tail. Then he appears. Even though Igni herself isn’t that tall, due to both her youth and linage, the man in front of her is even shorter. Only a tiny little man, and yet he holds great power. Her gaze meets his and if she wants it or not, her head lowers towards the ground.
She wants to cower into a corner of the small cave, to hide herself the best she can. And it is only more freighting that she isn’t able to do that, completely frozen and at this strange creature’s disposal. He doesn’t see hér, instead it is like he looks right through her. He doesn’t see her for the creature she is, it is only the tool that he sees. As his gaze travels across her she feels like shuddering, but instead she stares back at him like she’s unfazed by the whole ordeal. It is the white in her eyes and the distressed and haunted look in them that derogates it and shows quite the opposite.
There was probably nothing worse than feeling the panic, wanting to flee, while you find yourself completely immobilized. As result Igni panics more, her heart beating fast and loudly in her chest. Before she realises it his hands are all over her. Although the touch is gentle, the blue roan girl cannot help it but to feel dirty and hurt. He takes advantage of her, of this state he put her in, and it makes her feel like being used. Yet Igni does not move, still unable too. Just as easy he is able to buckle the halter on her, she’s simply not able to resist.
While she’s still busy getting used to the strange halter, the thoughts almost drive her to the point that it hurts to think. It feels strange, restricted, and surprisingly calm. Calm? She wasn’t supposed to feel this calm. Surprised she blinks her eyes and soon after she shakes her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. Realising that she’s able to move again Igni only gets more surprised. Simply because she couldn’t before. Immediately after she snorts loudly, releasing some of the tension that had been stuck in her immobilized body. During the time that the almost yearling is busy with her own mind, the strange creature leads her away, through the door and past the hallway into a different room. She only realises this once he stands still, positioning her in the way he wants her to, before stepping back to cast his gaze for the last time upon her smooth frame.
Then the terror starts.
This must have been why the pained cries continued through night and day, until he had come for her. Now it are hér pained cries. With the pain the panic has returned too, the calm feeling gone just as quickly as it had come. Igni rears, pulling on the rope with all her might before she jumps sideward. By strange magic she’s genuinely afraid to hurt him, so in her attempts to move away from him she ends up dancing around him in a circle. But she doesn’t know what she’s fleeing from, her eyes catch nothing that could cause the pain that sored through her body. All he does is snap his fingers.
Snap. Like a thin twig her back gets broken. She’s only able to take two more jumps before she has to change it for a drunken walk. Snap. This time it’s her right front leg. Something pulls on it, dislocating it, like it was meant to make her taller. Snap. Her left front leg and she only sways on her place. Snap. Her right hind leg. Snap. Her left hind leg. And then she just stands still. Each time he had stolen the breath from her lungs and she left her gasping for air.
For a moment it is like he takes a step back, maybe to take his handiwork in or to wait and see if she gives some sort of reaction to the torture, but then it returns all over again. It cuts through her, like a hot knife through butter. And while the blood flows down her body before dripping into small pools on the ground, he’s already moulding the cut flesh into another form and different position. It is almost like she’s made of clay and that he’s able to sculpt her. For which cause is unknown to Igni, all she knows is the pain. She cannot tell anything apart anymore. The sharp pain, the burning sensation and the dull ache after. Anger burns inside of her, but only silently in the background, as the fear and pain play a more prominent role right now.
She can hear him chuckling softly and she knows he’s smiling that wicked smile of his. She should’ve known that something worse would be coming now, but she doesn’t and Igni is simply not prepared for the sharp pain that follows. Where she had thought that she couldn’t scream any louder, the blue roan filly now cries her lungs out. Fresh tears roll down her cheeks as her nose is filled with the smell of burning flesh. With desperate movements she tries to move away from the branding iron, which is pressed against her flank. But it doesn’t matter how much she moves in her attempt to flee, the thing doesn’t buckle like it’s magically sealed to her side. Her limp legs are barely able to keep her up as she twists and turns.
By the time it’s done she is trembling on her legs, unable to move any of them as the burning sensation spreads through her hindquarters down her legs and also towards her spine. Her sweaty sides are heaving heavily and her nostrils stand wide.
Then it’s all black.
Like she’s been hit by thunder she suddenly gaps, eyes wide open and with hurries she stands up. Her body is trembling as she glances around in panic, horror clearly written on her face. She steps backwards in an attempt to move away from the short man. There isn’t any pain and the absence of it takes her by surprise. ”What?” she breathes out. How is this possible? She then questions herself, turning her neck to glance across her own body. Her legs don’t hurt and neither does she have any trouble to balance herself. The only evidence of her torture is the sickly sweet smell of burned flesh and the pain on her right flank. The mark is there.
Igni jerks her head to look at the little man, eyes widening in fear. What has he done to her? She had clearly felt her limbs dislocating while being stretched, her back being broken and her flesh cut and moulded into a different position. All that had been real. She had smelled the blood and seen it on the ground. Right? She snorts loudly before calling out, desperately to get a reply from another equine. She’s no longer able to tell reality and dreams apart. Now the battle in her mind starts, dibbing between the two possibilities. In the end she just stands there, staring at him blankly, mindlessly. It simply hurts too much to think.
But she doesn’t fight it anymore, instead her head hangs low. He had drained her of all her energy in such a short amount of time, although in her experience it felt like hours, he had managed to break her within half an hour. Igni simply no longer has the energy to fight him, but it was the pain that had broken her spirit. She doesn’t understand anything of this and being young as she is, she’s not able to withstand and fight it any longer. She’s ready to submit.
She wants to cower into a corner of the small cave, to hide herself the best she can. And it is only more freighting that she isn’t able to do that, completely frozen and at this strange creature’s disposal. He doesn’t see hér, instead it is like he looks right through her. He doesn’t see her for the creature she is, it is only the tool that he sees. As his gaze travels across her she feels like shuddering, but instead she stares back at him like she’s unfazed by the whole ordeal. It is the white in her eyes and the distressed and haunted look in them that derogates it and shows quite the opposite.
There was probably nothing worse than feeling the panic, wanting to flee, while you find yourself completely immobilized. As result Igni panics more, her heart beating fast and loudly in her chest. Before she realises it his hands are all over her. Although the touch is gentle, the blue roan girl cannot help it but to feel dirty and hurt. He takes advantage of her, of this state he put her in, and it makes her feel like being used. Yet Igni does not move, still unable too. Just as easy he is able to buckle the halter on her, she’s simply not able to resist.
While she’s still busy getting used to the strange halter, the thoughts almost drive her to the point that it hurts to think. It feels strange, restricted, and surprisingly calm. Calm? She wasn’t supposed to feel this calm. Surprised she blinks her eyes and soon after she shakes her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. Realising that she’s able to move again Igni only gets more surprised. Simply because she couldn’t before. Immediately after she snorts loudly, releasing some of the tension that had been stuck in her immobilized body. During the time that the almost yearling is busy with her own mind, the strange creature leads her away, through the door and past the hallway into a different room. She only realises this once he stands still, positioning her in the way he wants her to, before stepping back to cast his gaze for the last time upon her smooth frame.
Then the terror starts.
This must have been why the pained cries continued through night and day, until he had come for her. Now it are hér pained cries. With the pain the panic has returned too, the calm feeling gone just as quickly as it had come. Igni rears, pulling on the rope with all her might before she jumps sideward. By strange magic she’s genuinely afraid to hurt him, so in her attempts to move away from him she ends up dancing around him in a circle. But she doesn’t know what she’s fleeing from, her eyes catch nothing that could cause the pain that sored through her body. All he does is snap his fingers.
Snap. Like a thin twig her back gets broken. She’s only able to take two more jumps before she has to change it for a drunken walk. Snap. This time it’s her right front leg. Something pulls on it, dislocating it, like it was meant to make her taller. Snap. Her left front leg and she only sways on her place. Snap. Her right hind leg. Snap. Her left hind leg. And then she just stands still. Each time he had stolen the breath from her lungs and she left her gasping for air.
For a moment it is like he takes a step back, maybe to take his handiwork in or to wait and see if she gives some sort of reaction to the torture, but then it returns all over again. It cuts through her, like a hot knife through butter. And while the blood flows down her body before dripping into small pools on the ground, he’s already moulding the cut flesh into another form and different position. It is almost like she’s made of clay and that he’s able to sculpt her. For which cause is unknown to Igni, all she knows is the pain. She cannot tell anything apart anymore. The sharp pain, the burning sensation and the dull ache after. Anger burns inside of her, but only silently in the background, as the fear and pain play a more prominent role right now.
She can hear him chuckling softly and she knows he’s smiling that wicked smile of his. She should’ve known that something worse would be coming now, but she doesn’t and Igni is simply not prepared for the sharp pain that follows. Where she had thought that she couldn’t scream any louder, the blue roan filly now cries her lungs out. Fresh tears roll down her cheeks as her nose is filled with the smell of burning flesh. With desperate movements she tries to move away from the branding iron, which is pressed against her flank. But it doesn’t matter how much she moves in her attempt to flee, the thing doesn’t buckle like it’s magically sealed to her side. Her limp legs are barely able to keep her up as she twists and turns.
By the time it’s done she is trembling on her legs, unable to move any of them as the burning sensation spreads through her hindquarters down her legs and also towards her spine. Her sweaty sides are heaving heavily and her nostrils stand wide.
Then it’s all black.
Like she’s been hit by thunder she suddenly gaps, eyes wide open and with hurries she stands up. Her body is trembling as she glances around in panic, horror clearly written on her face. She steps backwards in an attempt to move away from the short man. There isn’t any pain and the absence of it takes her by surprise. ”What?” she breathes out. How is this possible? She then questions herself, turning her neck to glance across her own body. Her legs don’t hurt and neither does she have any trouble to balance herself. The only evidence of her torture is the sickly sweet smell of burned flesh and the pain on her right flank. The mark is there.
Igni jerks her head to look at the little man, eyes widening in fear. What has he done to her? She had clearly felt her limbs dislocating while being stretched, her back being broken and her flesh cut and moulded into a different position. All that had been real. She had smelled the blood and seen it on the ground. Right? She snorts loudly before calling out, desperately to get a reply from another equine. She’s no longer able to tell reality and dreams apart. Now the battle in her mind starts, dibbing between the two possibilities. In the end she just stands there, staring at him blankly, mindlessly. It simply hurts too much to think.
But she doesn’t fight it anymore, instead her head hangs low. He had drained her of all her energy in such a short amount of time, although in her experience it felt like hours, he had managed to break her within half an hour. Igni simply no longer has the energy to fight him, but it was the pain that had broken her spirit. She doesn’t understand anything of this and being young as she is, she’s not able to withstand and fight it any longer. She’s ready to submit.