Title: Starlight Breaking [abusive relationship/beating/torture] Author: pontology Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/qPWRKvMP First Edit: Wednesday 16th of November 2016 12:31:19 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Thursday 23rd of March 2017 11:53:06 AM CDT Someone reposted and uploaded this for no reason:   https://derpibooru.org/1375283   -------------   >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.