Equus Mal-Amour (2/3) By Frankie Lassut

(1/3), (2/3), (3/3),

Negative events seem to have a way of repeating, as this one did ... almost. Trudy went out of town on a hen night, but promised to be back by 12.00 (they could talk quite lovingly when sober). Roger went local, and promised Trudy to behave himself. She of course took exception to this, and wanted to know why he was even thinking about Rosie, a local girl who had a crush on him (or so she imagined). They verbally fought on the back doorstep, as he left to meet his mates.

"You're going to give that fucking psycho bitch some attention in my absence, aren't you!" "Noooo. I've told you Trudy, I am not remotely interested in her. How many more times? Stop being paranoid and jealous, please! You're doing my fucking head in, love!" She breathed angrily deeply in response, almost hyperventilating "If I even hear you were talking to her, or even looking at her, I'll fucking have you...ok?! I have my fucking spies!" "Ok! Ok!" Selina heard the back doorstep row from her. Would Roger come back totally frustrated because of his 'restrictions'? Would she survive another 'session'? She thought of her survival, her life. What life? Maybe she would be better off dead? She remembered Roger's promise "We'll have you working with disabled kids, ok Sels?"... then he would kiss her muzzle. Boy oh boy, had she loved him. 12.30 am Selina woke up, she heard Trudy come home and say goodnight to her mates in the taxi or minibus? The door slammed. Selina relaxed a little and slept troublesomely again.

02.15 am Selina awoke abruptly at the 'bang'. Roger kicked himself off the door, almost falling in the process, and staggered into the building, turning the light on in the process... surprisingly, he was drunk. "She's not fuckin interested in a shag!" he said to Selina. She grunted in fear. "Wants to be fucking friends that's all! It's 'your' fucking fault! And now you have to pay!" He got the horsewhip from the wall and leaned on the top plank of the barrier. He hit the palm of his left hand with the end of the whip. "Now babes, it's showtime! Are you ready to rummmmmmble horse?!"

She grunted. This time she wasn't, it was do or die, she couldn't take a life like this any more. She turned in the enclosure, and hoped that her afternoon slow practice would pay dividends. She took a deep breath... and kicked her back legs at the top plank. It shattered, and Roger went flying with a 'yaagh!' She then kicked out the middle plank and the bottom plank... effortlessly. What had she been 'worried' about? Roger got up, still startled... "You fucking bitch! NOW you're going to get it!" She turned, stared at him, and then calmly walked towards him, at the same time thinking her heart was going to burst in fear.

He raised the whip and stepped towards her, the distance wasn't great. She dropped her head, and jumped at him. She caught him full in the chest, he fell again with a grunt. She walked and stood over him so that she was staring down at him with her hooves either side of his head. He stared up at her, saying nothing. Then, she reared, and as she came down, both her hooves were heading for his face. He closed his eyes, and at the last second she drew her hooves apart. They hit the concrete with a crunch. She then walked backwards a few paces ... very angry.

Roger got up, stared at her, then ran from the stable. She followed him. He climbed over the gate and ran into the field. She kicked the gate off its hinges, and followed him. The field was moonlit, she could see him clearly. There then followed a game of chase, and then a back leg rear up and wave front hooves into his face ...scaring him to death. He was crying now. "Please stop Selina...I love you!" Yeah right! Equus 'mal' amour! Eventually, she chased him back to the stable, and into a corner between the breezeblocks of the stable, and a seven foot wall at the rear.

He stood in the corner, his face wet with tears. She put her forehead on his, and then using her head, turned his to the left. His neck was exposed. She could see his jugular vein pumping blood frantically to his frazzled brain. She could easily rip his neck out jugular and all and finish this torment once and for all. She nuzzled his neck ...that love feeling came back. She had used to do that when he had first got her, and looked after her ... he was a good groom, exquisite in fact. She could smell his fear, but he had made hers worse.

Who would suspect a horse of ripping out a man's jugular and most of his neck? After all, she could wipe and wash off the blood in her water bucket, no one would suspect. No horse had ever ripped out a human's jugular and throat before? They would probably blame some stray Rottweiler, there were plenty around town. The jugular pulsed, and then the answer flashed into her mind, accompanied by a very harsh thought... she fucking hated him and wanted him out of her life, for good. No compromise. She opened her mouth slightly, and applied 'love' suction pressure to his neck... The pain became apparent, and a tear ran down his face. He thought. "Oh fuck! This is it!". His heartbeat increased, he went dizzy, and he fainted.

4.50am He was lying on the ground? and something large was leaning over him. "You fucking... mumble mumble!... He awoke with a start. He was in bed, with his clothes on. Trudy was standing over him, the lights were on. "You fucking two timing lying wanker twat!" She yelled. "Eh whaaaaaaammm??" he replied. You ask me to trust you, then you go with her! That fucking psycho bitch Rosie!"

"Whaaaa.. I didn't!" What? He awoke a little more. "Oh noooo. She just wants to be friends, doesn't want a shag." "What!? You twat, so you asked her! And then she gave you that!" "Gave me what?".. what the fuck was she talking about? "Look!" she held a mirror up in front of him. "Look! Look at your fucking neck!" He looked, there was a large love bite.

Continued ...(3/3)

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