Read the previous parts here:
Rosebud - Prequel
Rosebud - Part 1
Rosebud - Part 2
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As Mark approached the foal, Snowball tried to wiggle and get in front of him, but he pushed her aside and took Rosebud up by her remaining rear leg. “EEEEE! BAD UPSIES! MUMMAH!”. Mark laughed, “You know… This has been bothering me during my visits. Let’s even these legs, shall we?”
Rosebud squirmed and made scaredy peepees, and Snowball’s maternal instinct took over once again. Despite being pillowed, she wiggled as best and as fast as she could towards his arm on the table and once again bit it. She wasn’t as weak as before, but all she could do was leave a mark there.
“YOU BITCH!” The abuser broke the bottle onto Snowball’s head, knocking her out almost instantly, and stabbed her back with the broken glass shards that fell on the table, but before it could be fatal, he looked at Rosebud. “Don’t you dare become useless like her… You asshole.”
Rosebud tried to plead for the man, she didn’t want her nor her mummah to suffer any longer. “P-pweas daddeh… nu mowe huwties… nu huwt mummah… peep… Wub yu… Wosebud wub yu…”
“Oh, so cute… Sadly I don’t care.” With that, he took her remaining rear leg and quickly pulled it out. After this cruel amputation, Mark threw the talkie babbeh at the mare’s unconscious face, this time with no lickies to soothe her as she cried for her mummah. “OWWIES!! HUUHUUU! MUMMAH! WEGGIE HUWTIES!! EEEEE!”
She kept squirming until Mark pushed her a bit to the side and laid Snowball with her belly upwards, opening her remaining eye with his free hand. “Let’s even this whore you call a mother too.” He said as he took Snowball’s eye out with the broken bottle, now completely blinding the poor fluffy mummah. Due to the sheer pain, she woke up but fainted once again. And then he laid her onto her back once again to pour the blood onto the table.
The abuser left the basement laughing at their misery and throwing the broken bottle onto the fluffies.
Rosebud was left crying and sucking her hoof for the entire night while she curled and bled beside her unconscious mother. “Too much boo-boo water… Too much hurties… Why is this happening to me? Why is daddeh so mean to me and mummah? We only want love…” She thought as she cried herself to sleep despite her bleeding wound.
… But fate sadly decide that this wouldn’t be the end to her suffering.
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To be continued.
