Stained Red

Agony

When the farrier had left, the hated one waved one last goodbye before he turned around and dropped his fake smile. "Great. Now I've got to lay down some cheap grass before the farrier comes back again." He said in an agitated way. The hated one walked towards my paddock and led me into the rusted arena. When he dropped my lead rope I tried to pull back but, the hated one stamped his foot on the end before I had the chance. when he had opened the gate, the hinges moaned and creaked. the hated one tied me to an outside post while he went inside and pulled somthing out from an old chest. I stomped on a few flys before I realized that it was a whip. The hated one pulled a cream coloured handkerchief that was embroidered with blue silk, from his pocket and started to wash the blood stained whip. the now what was once white cloth, turned into a dark red that engulfed its original colour. when the hated one was done, he turned around with a nefarious smile and remarked: "now lets get started, shall we?"

The hated one approched me and pulled my halter towards the center of the arena. "hurry up you stubborn mule." he said pushing my flank with both of his hands. All I did was stay completly still and dident move a muscle. The hated one was now pushing from the side of my body, his feet sliding on the sandy ground. That's when he got a wicked idea. "You'll be sorry." He said as he walked back into the arena. I was a little shook, but not to scared. Before I knew it, the hated one was already walking back towards me, with a whip in hand.
My body tensed up and my legs grew to there longest height. The hated one was almost at the gate when I pulled at the rail. I did everything to get free but nothing worked. I tried bitting and pulling, I tried kicking and rearing, but I wasn't getting free, no matter what I did. "Now I'm going to ask you one more time, get into the arena!" Yelled the hated one. I was petrified by the whips devilish gleam in the sun, I couldn't move a muscle. As dawn struck, so did the whip, its hard and bitter end tearing into my skin. The hated one laughed at the sight of my large body trying to cower in the corner of the arena. My side was coated in the scraps of peeling white paint coming from the fence. it scratched my body and made me feel uncomfortable and itchy. The hated one tapped the ropes end against his dry palm. "you may be bigger then me but you'll never be brave enough to..." his voice trailed off as he clenched his stomach in pain. My foot slowly met the ground as my thoughts flew around the sky. kicking was wrong, but not if it was self defense. I wearily approached the hated one and sniffed his hand. It was cold and pale. The hated one slowly grabbed my halter and I pulled him up. he staggered a bit before I pulled him back up on my side to steady him. He moaned in pain as I walked him towards the gate. The hated one grabbed the fence rail and unlocked the latch. he limped away to his home and dialed a three digit number. I was really scared. He could of died! I trotted around in circles until a loud siren broke the silence. People wearing white clothing were filing out of a big, white, box shaped truck. Some men carried out the hated one on a stretcher and into the truck. A woman gently touched the hated ones rib cage. She turned around and frowned. "I think his ribs are broken. He must of taken quite a blow." When I heard that my ears flew back. I hurt him real bad. Well a man tried to calm me down, I was pawing the ground, trying to get away, and to my master. He may not of been nice, but he was still my master. The man stroked my ears and muzzle, but I would not stay calm. He sighed and said: "it's hard to see the good ones go."