"Somepony! Please help! oh Celestia help m--" is all you can get out before Big Mac brings brings one of his hooves down across your face.
"You. Little. Bitch." He quickly brings his forehooves down onto your throat and starts to choke you.
"I've had it wit' you. You jus' couldn't shut up and be a good little filly."
You can't breathe! You start to panic and flail your hooves, you think you might be able to hit him in the face but his legs are too long, you can only kick at his legs. Your vision begins to darken and your limbs begin to feel heavy, you catch a glance at Big Mac's face, that bastard is enjoying this!
Your lungs are burning, and your legs slowly stop responding to you. As much as you try and fight it your eyes begin to close as your brain shuts down. You begin to fade into darkness when you think you hear a thud.
The pressure on your neck is released, and you instinctively gasp for air. Your consciousness comes flooding back and you notice that Bic Mac's weight isn't on top of you anymore. You feel yourself being rolled onto your stomach and you open your eyes. the first thing you see is Big Mac, on his side, quite a ways away, something must have hit him, hard. He looks like he was knocked out, or maybe dead, you secretly hope for the latter. you feel a hoof gently touch you on the shoulder, and you hear a voice say:
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