Darkness fades into blurry shapes as I struggle to open my eyes. My head feels heavy, and there's a dull ache pulsing behind my temples. I try to lift my arms, but they won’t move. Panic flashes through me like a lightning strike. I’m strapped down, bound tightly. A cold sweat breaks out on my skin. As my vision clears, I realize I’m not just restrained—I’m dressed in something... wrong. Thick leather straps crisscross my body, forcing my shoulders back. My legs, encased in these insane boots, end in shiny black hooves.

This isn’t real. It can’t be. But every detail—the scent of leather, the weight of the bit pressing against my lips, the chime of bells with every tiny shift I make—screams that it is. My breath hitches, and I yank hard against the binds, but it’s useless. I’m trapped.

I scan the room, dimly lit and unfamiliar, every shadow feeling like it’s hiding something worse. How did I get here? I was at the event, then... nothing. I remember someone offering me a drink, a blurred face, a feeling of dizziness, and then... nothing.

Fear grips me. My heart pounds, every beat louder than the last, almost drowning out the chilling reality settling in. I’m completely vulnerable, dressed up like some twisted version of a pony. Tears prick at my eyes, but I force them back. I can’t lose it. Not now. I have to think, to figure out how to get out of this.

I test the restraints again, my wrists burning against the leather. There’s no give. Whoever did this knew exactly how to make sure I wouldn’t be able to escape. And the worst part? I don’t even know who they are or what they want from me.