Riding

She was ruing but she actually was ruing out of time. She had a deadline, but she was already dead. Another stupid race.

She felt someone is stretching the tether around her neck… and felt she was getting strangled soon… she stopped. And someone thrust spurs into her sides. Torture was the only way that could make her move again. She focused on her legs and moved them eventually while those horseshoes were hurting her with every step. She felt a warm liquid leaking out in the area. How could she protest? With every resistance she made, the spurs would thrust deeper and the tether would get tighter.

“And they think they are the supreme creature” She thought. Could she throw the rider down? She had once tried it but it only led to her punishment. They simply didn’t feed her. And she still wanted to survive… now she was rolling in fear. With every thrusting spur, the fear of dying whipped her legs to go on. Why would she want to live a life this miserable?

The spurs thrust harder and she woke up all wet. It was already 9 PM and she had to get ready. She cursed the scary dream as she searched for the red high heels to wear. Those heels weren’t just made for her feet but she ignorantly wore them like always. She opened the fridge for the last time and found no food again unsurprisingly. She sighed. The real nightmare was about to begin…. But she ensured herself she would enjoy the pain this time, she wasn’t a horse.

Calm down. Breathe. She opened the door and felt her toes jamming in the heels as she walked out in the night's breeze. Someone gave her a ridiculous look and she started thinking about the phrases she could use as she slipped over something disgusting and broke her right high heel. She cursed the heel and sat there for a while, she could say she was almost happy her heel broke. four minutes of sitting down just like that and someone threw her a coin. She picked up the coin, smirked and threw the heels as far as she could. Got up without hurting her toes and changed direction.