Starlight Breaking [abusive relationship/torture]

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>You are Starlight Glimmer
>You hold an ice-pack to your eye from Anon’s last beating. The edges are puffy and you have difficulty opening your eye all the way, but also difficulty closing it.
>You love anon though. He does it because he loves you. Besides, it was your fault.
>It’s always your fault.
>You miss him. You hope you don’t make him angry again.
>But you usually can’t help it. You’re just a bad pony. You deserve it.
>Your bruises continue to swell, their hue transitioning to a dark purple.
>Anon tells you it matches your coat, that they makes you prettier. You believe him.
>You’re so lonely. You hope anon gets home soon.
>You want him to hold you gently, to hold you and tell you he loves you.
>He always makes everything ok.
>When he beats you it’s because he loves you. You know that.
>The last time you questioned it he beat you even harder. You learned your lesson. You were bad for thinking that.
>Anon loves you very much.
>You hope he gets home soon. It’s so lonely without him.
>You’ve been waiting for him to get home for hours, tending to your bruises so you can be pretty for Anonymous.
>But not too pretty. Anon likes it when you’re bruised, likes it when make-up smears down your face from your sobbing.
>Anon tells you to put mascara on to hide your bruises and then beats you because you did it wrong.
>But after you sob long enough, after he’s done kicking you — god that hurts so much — after he’s done kicking you
>He always holds you gently no matter how long it takes you to stop sobbing.
>You hate yourself so much but anon loves you.
>You want to die when you’re not with him, and you want to die when you make him angry.
>You hope anon gets home soon.


>Anon has escalated his punishments.
>Before he just kicked and beat you. Now he tortures you.
>But you know it’s because he loves you. It’s how he loves you.
>You’re a bad pony and you deserve it when he hurts you.
>When he… — when he forces you to vomit
>He does it for hours. He installed a device in your throat that stimulates your gag reflex.
>He gives you Ipecac too and ties a trash bag over your head as you dry-heave for hours.
>But he cuddles you while your head is in that trash-bag. You want to die while you’re dry-heaving but he hugs you.
>It seems like it’ll never end. The smell of your own vomit, the puking.
>It makes your throat hurt, your esophagus muscles hurt, when you dry-heave for hours. Your whole body spastically tenses during the heaving paroxysms. Just when you think you can’t heave anymore you heave again. It just keeps going.
>You just want to die when he does that. But he loves you.
>You’re a bad pony and you deserve it anyway.
>You don’t know what it means to be a good pony, but you try really hard.
>Anon helps you.
>He tells you that if you tell anyone you’ll be a bad pony. You believe him.
>You try to mentally prepare yourself for tonight’s torture session. But you never can.
>You always break down into a sobbing mess after thirty minutes no matter how strong you try to be.
>And then you dry-heave into that trash-bag as you sob and sob between dry-heaves, and it just never ends.
>But in the end, Anon is there to hug you, and he usually doesn’t put the trash bag over your head again.
>You want to die when you’re not with him, and you want to die when you make him angry.
>You always make him angry.
>You hope anon gets home soon.