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Hours later, Mark came back to the basement to see the foals, they were starving now, the desperate chirping and peeping proving it. With a cruel smirk, the man approached the table and took the weak red female foal onto his hand, squeezing it just slightly to give its first experience of pain and to not kill it.
“Shut up, will you? Your mother chose you, so blame her. Hate her. As for your siblings…” Mark pulled a hammer from one of the table’s drawers, and approached it to the blue foal’s head, the hoof suckling. “… I will have so much fun with them.”
After he spoke, with a single loud hit that echoed throughout the basement, the blue foal’s head was smashed mercilessly. The other chirpies now cowered together as best as they could and stopped chirping right away despite their immense hunger. They knew noise would make something bad happen to them even if they were still newborns, that munstah was cruel.
From another drawer, Mark took a bottle of formula and fed the red foal, but instead of mercifully, he did it roughly just to keep it alive longer, already planning the horrors he would make it go through. “Your name will be Rosebud.”
Rosebud was thrown back into the metal plate and Mark left the basement once again, the foal trembling in terror despite being fed now.
… 3 Days Later …
Snowball was brought back to the basement, however, she did lose something because of her “special friend”. One of her eyes was missing. The mare was big once again, just like when she before she birthed Rosebud’s litter. She was made pregnant once again by that stallion. Which litter was that? The 8th? The 9th? She didn’t even know anymore.
Snowball was left on the table, strapped to a makeshift wooden wall just like a milkbag and looking at her dead babbehs. All of them starved to death with the exception of Rosebud, which was fed every day with formula by Mark but only enough so it would survive.
“D-daddeh… wha’ happen tu babbehs…?” The pregnant mare asked, her lips quivering as tears once again formed into her eyes.
“Shut up and feed her.” Was all Mark said before going out of the basement again. Snowball whimpered and sobbed while muttering the mummah song and feeding Rosebud. That poor foal was going to suffer in his hand. Why wouldn’t he just kill it already? Why wouldn’t he just kill HER already? He never sold her foals, never… Even for other abusers, he just gave them away for free. “M-mummah… sob… wub babbehs… babbehs wub mummah… huuuuu… wan die…”
Rosebud couldn’t feed properly due to the mare already being pregnant once again and the strain on her body, but she still had some milk for her, thank God. Snowball was only unstrapped from the wooden board when she needed to sleep, otherwise she was restricted and could only watch the horrors that Mark did to both fluffies.
One night, Rosebud kept chirping loudly for more miwkies, and Snowball, despite having no limbs, tried to calm her down. “Sowwy babbeh… Mummah wiww hab miwkies in da next bwight time… Mummah pwomise–”
THUD.
The basement door swung open, and the menacing shadow of that man loomed over them.
“D-daddeh! B-babbeh am hungwy! Pweas gib mummah nummies fo’ miwkies, pweas! Babbeh wiww be quiet if gib miwkies! Nu huwties!” Snowball pleaded desperatedly for her babbeh’s safety, her only remaining babbeh, but Mark quietly came closer to then and took a string from his pocket. He lifted the foal slightly by its tail and tightened the string around its right rear leg, the foal chirping desperatedly during the process.
“PIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPI!!” Rosebud’s cries for help were interrupted by Snowball biting her munstah daddeh’s hand. But she was too weak, the bite was close to nothing, still he knocked her away with a punch to the muzzle and threw the babbeh onto her chest.
“You better make it stay quiet, or else she will be the toy for your special friend this time.” Mark threatened her, both fluffies going quiet after this as the mare nuzzled as best as she could towards her babbeh. “Pathetic bitch.”
Mark got out of the basement and locked the door to it once again. For the whole night, Rosebud kept sobbing in her mummah’s fluff while Snowball tried to warm both of them in the cold of the night, whispering as quietly as she could in fear that the abuser would come back.
“Nu faiw… nu faiw… am gud mummah… nu wan meanie speshaw fwend… nu wan meanie daddeh… wan die…”
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To be continued.
