Alrighty, buster. I've got a bone to pick with you now. While scrolling the gallery, I happened across this delightful piece. And I figured, while I was here at least, I'd take a peek and a poke through the comments section, and perhaps to giggle at the populace's response to such daring art. And indeed, I wasn't disappointed. But then I found you. You, with your aggressively headbanging avatar and helpful fanfiction suggestions. "Well", I thought to myself, "I've got nothing particularly pressing to do with my afternoon. Why not humor this well-meaning individual, and read myself a little fimfic?" So I took your bait. I clicked that little portal to another world, another time. "What's the worst that could happen? If it turns out to be naught but pure smut, then I've only wasted a few minutes of time." I was wrong. I was so very, very, very wrong. What you gave to me to read was a gut-chilling, headache-inducing, heart-shredding psychological thriller. It abused my malleable psyche like Fluttercruel herself. And what was worse, I wanted it in the end. It hurt me, but I didn't want to stop. I read every chapter it gave to me, every single soul-jarring chapter. I watched this book accurately describe psychological reconditioning through heartless abuse and ruthless negotiation, and the realism of that pain rocked me to my core. To be so inhumanly broken, rendered so completely helpless, that even the hellish, sick affections of your captor begin to ring sweet in your ears... And then, at long last, when came the resolution, the sweet relief from the nightmare, it hurt like removing a barbed sword from my heart. He begged her not to tell him if her love was fake or not. As she rescued him from hell itself, and the jaws of someone who scarred him for life, he begged his savior not to tell him if she was lying. And she cried for guilt and pity. And he cried with her. And I cried with them.

Do you fully comprehend the gravity of your actions? Most likely not, for you cannot see my face. But just like a certain torturous mare, I both love and despise that fanfiction, as I love and despise you for recommending it so casually. So I thank you for giving me access to a truly astounding read. But to any who have read this far without having first read the material, I say be warned. You will spend an entire night sitting in your darkened sunroom, a cup of peach chamomile in your hand, forced to take stock of your own sanity. (Also SPOILER: To drive the final nail in the coffin, it was never finished.)