Antipathy
Rockslide, a dark gray male earth pony who had a long black mane hanging just over his eyes, had been having anger issues ever since his only family had passed away two years ago. Nopony that knew him could get through to him; even the princesses are struggling with getting through to him. No, none of their counseling could douse the craving he now had for pain, suffering and blood.
As he was heading home one night, he kept an eye out for the perfect 'stress relief' source until finally, he found a cream-colored mare with a multi-hued red mane and a rose for a cutie mark. Roseluck. Taking her by surprise, he stealthily approached her from behind her and knocked her unconscious with his forehoof. He began dragging her back to his home and down to his basement where a chair awaited, its unlucky occupant ready to be tied to it.
Moments later, the mare awoke and looked around to see that the only light illuminating the room was the one hanging above her, leaving shadows all around. "Wh-where am I?! Who are you?! Wh-what do you want from me?!" she screamed and struggled against the bonds that held her to the chair as she spotted Rockslide. "Let me go!"
"Hah, nice try, Roseluck, your luck just ran out." Rockslide replied from the shadows before he stepped into the light.
"Wh-What?! No… No, no… Nononono… No! Somepony Help!" Roseluck screamed.
"Go ahead, scream. Nopony will ever hear you." Rockslide said with a maniacal grin as he slammed his hoof into the side of her muzzle, eliciting a loud, pained yelp from Roseluck as her lip opened, blood streaming gently down her chin. The mare exclaimed, jerking forwards in some sad attempt to make the pain go away. As helpless as she was, every nerve in Rose's body made her want to leave.
Rockslide took her hoof in his. "Now, Roseluck…"
She just stared at him. "Wha-" The interruption was caused by her torturer pulling her foreleg from its socket. He twisted and twisted, then bent the limb backwards. There was a sick crack as the entire appendage went limp. Rose screamed endlessly, her voice quickly hoarse. The mare was on the verge of a blackout from the sudden bursts of pain. Rockslide watched the tears stream down her cheeks, her entire body racked with pitiful sobs. He got on her face.
"Shut up! Nopony can fucking hear you."
Roseluck fell silent, sobs turning into short gasps. Her eyes were shut tight. Rockslide decided to remedy that; he took a flathead screwdriver and dug it under her eyelid. The mare panicked and thrashed, and the tip lodged itself into the soft flesh. She wailed and shook her head free as Rock swore. The screwdriver hit the floor with a clang as blood flowed from Rose's right eye. She kept rocking back and forth in agony, just before Rockslide slapped her.
"Stupid girl! If you'd hold still, that wouldn't happen."
She ignored him this time, muttering and quietly asking why. Tears and life-force flowed down her cheeks, one of which was crimson. That eye was shut, the other staring at Rock. Said colt picked up the screwdriver and pointed at her with it. "Quit fucking around."
She just nodded, then uttered ever so weakly, "Don't hurt me…"
All the earth pony did was laugh. "We're beyond the point of hurting." He put the tool on a table; it was metal and shiny and had various carpenters' equipment on it. He picked up a hammer and grabbed a nail with his teeth. The stallion approached Roseluck and set the hammer next to her undamaged hoof. She started struggling, but the bonds held her tight. With one hoof, Rockslide balanced the nail on hers. With the other hoof, he brought the hammer down. The force drove the nail through her hoof and the arm of the chair. The tip stuck out the bottom, blood dripping from it little by little. That was enough to send the poor girl into a blackout. Rock sighed.
He leveled the head of the hammer with Rose's cunt. The grey pony gently prodded the entrance, causing her to stir. The head of the hammer, where it was smooth, was pushed inside. This was just enough to make her eye open. Rock saw this and smirked. The claw went in smoothly, but was then turned upwards. It got hooked on the roof of the mare's sex, who then gasped in pain. She started to protest as Rockslide pulled the hammer back, tearing the flesh and spilling blood onto the chair. Rose was at the point of pissing herself, and on the verge of vomiting. Her screaming wasn't as loud as before; her throat couldn't handle it.
Rock wasn't done with the viscera-coated hammer. He looked at the hoof with the nail in it, then slammed the tool down as hard as he could. He relished in the sounds coming from the bleeding mare. He did it over and over, watching the bone crack and open, more of her life-force leaving her body. The hoof was completely in two; strings of flesh were the only things keeping them together. He set the tool down and grabbed either one, then pulled them in opposite directions. The thrashing and struggling mare was trying her absolute best to headbutt him, but he was just a little too far away. Her horn started glowing.
Rockslide looked up. "No." He picked up a hacksaw.
Roseluck stared in horror. "Oh, God. No! No-"
Rock hit her in the snout, drawing a trickle of blood. He grinned and pressed the saw against her horn, then started cutting with a back-and-forth motion. Rose shrieked and turned her head, the hacksaw expending a dull pain. A thought came to Rockslide. He stopped sawing and patted her head.
"Do me a favor. You're bleeding absolutely, positively, every-fucking-where. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't."
The mare didn't bother trying to disguise her sigh of relief. Her horn started to glow.
"Now, don't abuse the leniency I'm giving you." he said. Rock watched the rivers of blood stop flowing. He was about to say something when the two of them heard a sharp rap on the front door. "Don't you say a single word… Understand?"
The cream-colored mare nodded gently, partially because she had a crick in her neck and partially because if she tried raising her voice anyways she'd lose it.
Rock traveled up the stairs behind Roseluck and pushed the big wardrobe aside. It was on wheels, but was just low enough to the floorboards that nopony would think to try and move it. He went from the bedroom to the hallway and eventually into the living room, where he peeked through the eyehole. There was a blue mare outside whose mane had a multitude of colors. The grey earth pony opened the door and smiled. "Evening. Little late, isn't it?"
She nodded. "I was just, uh… l was looking for my friend."
"To be honest with you, I haven't seen her." Rockslide replied.
"Oh, umm… Okay, just wondering 'cause she came up missing today. I'm just worried about her." the mare replied.
"Well, I'll let you know if I catch her." he smiled as she waved "goodbye."
Rock watched as the mare left, thankful that she hadn't figured him out before closing the door and heading back to the room he had left Roseluck in. He moved the wardrobe back to the best of his ability, gratified when he found it wouldn't move any further. Neatly put it back in place. He turned and trotted around Rose, looking her in the face. She was trying to avoid his gaze, but ultimately failed. They held each other in their looks for just a moment before Rockslide held up a lighter with a sly smirk.
Rose furrowed her brow. "What are you going to do with that…?" she asked hoarsely.
Rock just lit it and held the flame next her wounded eye. The mare recoiled, but didn't get far. She struggled and continually moved away from the little fire, but managed to trap herself.
Rose caved in and screamed, "Stop! Please, stop!" The heat left. She shut her good eye, only partially wondering why she wasn't crying. She opened both eyes, as it was habit, and the sight of it actually made Rock's eyes widen slightly. Retina fell from her eye socket and went down her blood-covered cheek, turning that side of her face white and various shades of pink. Roseluck was successful in crying this time. There was hardly any noise involved; just meek gasps and the sound of tears hitting the floor.
Rockslide looked at the various tools he had on the table, then turned to the mare and grabbed her leg. "Rose, would you like to stand and stretch?"
She looked at him in surprise and nodded. He didn't do as she expected by grabbing a knife and pressing the blade longways into her inner-joint, cutting the tendons that might've allowed it to move. This time the poor girl was in no position to move the affected area out of the way. She couldn't help but scream at Rock, who was slowly starting to get annoyed with all the noise. After a moment or two he cast the blade aside and sat back, admiring his handiwork. Life-force trailed down her leg from the joint. He cut the rest of the rope that held her in place and stood back, watching as she leaned forward and smacked into the cement floor.
Roseluck tried standing. She really did. The lack of mobility in her left hind-leg made it near impossible, instead leaving her to crawl around on the floor. It was highly amusing, pitiful as she was. Rock trotted over to her.
"Feeling better?"
She nodded, if not to humor him.
"Heal the cuts." he said, and watched as she did so. "Now, you've lost a lot of blood. I'm going to try and refrain from making you bleed too much, but that doesn't mean I'm getting soft."
He trotted up behind Rose and flipped her over on her back. She shrunk down mentally and physically, submitting, but obviously against being tortured any longer. Rock bowed his head and kissed her cheek, preferably the clean one, then stepped on her stomach with a hind-leg. She groaned and started to turn on her side. The stallion took a few steps back and then stomped down on her cunt, smirking a little when she screamed and crawled away. Rockslide bit down on her tail, then dragged her back. She kicked at him with her working leg, but it was futile.
Rockslide slapped Rose. "Stop that."
She complied.
He looked up and down the mare's body, which still managed to be beautiful considering the damage it had sustained. Her torso was still largely untouched. Rock licked her muzzle, his member gradually hardening. He thrust into her abused sex, noticing and enjoying the entrance's mangled roof. As he bucked his hips, the flesh started to tear, opening further and allowing blood to flow. It served as a lubricant. Rock scarcely noticed her screaming; he failed to care. Her back arched, body shaking as she sobbed aloud. After a few minutes of this, Rock pulled out and ejaculated onto her stomach. The mare started to back away.
She started wiping the semen off, but it clung to her hoof and ended up forming long, white strings. Rock laughed at her, then tossed a wet rag over. She started cleaning herself off. The juices adopted a brown accent, and the liquid from the rag got stuck in her fur. She groaned and threw it away.
"There was oil on that-"
She didn't finish the sentence. A match landed on her stomach and lit the oil, burning the fur in seconds and searing her flesh. Rose rolled and attempted to put it out. She was successful in the end, but not before having severe burns. The air smelled of smoke, blood, and charred meat. Roseluck wanted to black out again, but the constant pain from her seared nerves kept her awake. Rockslide sauntered over and stood over Rose.
"I hope you're not too cold."
She spit in his face.
"That wasn't very polite." Rock said sarcastically, before pissing on her burns. The foul urination gave Rose just enough pain-induced energy to start slinking away again. Rock let her, watching as the mare stopped to cry into her hooves, weak and half-dead. He turned to Roseluck and quickly reminded her not to heal unless she was bleeding. Rockslide wrapped his tools up in a cloth and held them in his teeth as he trotted up the stairs, then turning to lock the door and put the wardrobe in place.
As he left, Rose figured she'd bend the rules slightly and dull the pain. She crawled over and rested her head on the chair. Viscera was in the seat and in the floor mixing with the urine. She didn't care; she was tired. Upstairs, Rock was in bed, pleased with himself.
He whispered, "Maybe tomorrow… Maybe I'll kill her."