- >You sneak to your prey, bound onto the chair in your basement
- “Please mister! Please let Dandelion go! Dandelion won’t tell anypony!”
- >you tape her mouth shut with some duct tape as tears roll down her cheeks
- >”Ssshhh... Don’t afraid my love”
- >you cares the fillies cheek and she reacts as if your hand would be made of acid
- >”Oh Dandelion, why do you resist me so...”
- >you grab a small scalpel off the table and give her a little cut on her tight
- >Dandelions eyes shoot open as her pupils constricts and she stares at the fresh cut in horror
- “MMMHHFH! MMHHFHF FHFHH!”
- >Dandelion is struggling now, trying to break free
- >you deliver a punch to her face as she flinches and squeaks as your fist collides with her face
- >”Stop it!”
- >Dandelion is now crying as blood runs from her nostrils, her eyes shut
- >you are not sure how things came to this
- >honestly you do not even want to think anymore
- >this filly caused you so much joy and sorrow, and then she found a boyfriend of her age
- >you can not let anyone soil her, she’s yours and yours alone!
- >you lick some of her blood from Dandelions face as she squeaks in horror and shudders
- >”You taste so sweet Dandelion...”
- >why is she not responding to you!
- >you stab her leg with the scalpel and her eyes shoot open
- “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFF!”
- >you can’t hear her like this...
- >you remove the tape from her mouth and Dandelion starts to cry as some of her fur gets stuck on it
- >it is annoying...
- >”Shut up!”
- >you lash out with the scalpel and then you feel something warm upon your face
- >you stare in horror as you see the life leaving Dandelions eyes as she bleeds out
- >you accidently cut an artery in her neck
- >”N-no! Dandelion no!”
- >you try to push the wound as you feel tears form in your own eyes
- >but it is too late, Dandelion goes limp
- >you stare at the blood in your hands
- >you can taste it in your mouth
- >”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
- >Dandelions bladder and bowels empty on the chair
- >you stare at this disgusting thing
- >this is not your Dandelion...
- >it is dirty and unclean
- >you take a saw and place it upon her neck
- >her flesh gives in and you hear wet crunches as you saw trough all sorts of tissue and whatnot
- >”Don’t worry Dandelion, I’ll make you pretty again...”
- >you hold back your tears as you saw her head off
- >it drops the soiled ground wit a wet thud
- >you let go of the saw and pick up the head
- >you hold it as you study it
- >Dandelion, your cute Dandelion...
- >you kick the chair with the rest of her body to the side, no need for this filth
- >you sit down onto the floor and rest against the wall
- >you kiss Dandelions head on the lips and then cradle it
- >”Don’t worry Dandelion, no one will hurt us anymore. We can be alone together now”
- >you sit there, emptily staring at the wall while holding Dandelions head and let your mind shut down
- >after 4 days the mothpony police found a malnourished you cradling a decomposing head in your basement with maggots swarming on Dandelions corpse
- >your mind never recovered, having fallen deep into a fantasy world where all was well and you died in the hospital 2 days after they found you