>As her screams died down into sobs the filly shook violently.
>Her broken body sprawn across the floor. The irreversible damage done to her soul and self truly reflected the works of an artist.
>For to be so well dismantled took a special hatred, the perfect hatred.
>Once so full of life now begging to never feel.
>Agony shooting through every bone as her world slowly fades and the sounds around get fuzzier.
>Once so well composed now reduced to a bloody screeching mess.
>As her breathing gets shallow and heart rate becomes irregular all she can do is welcome death as it slowly arrives.