To Break a Filly Ch. 04

Lindsay took back her phone, grinning with pride. The waiter brought over her second drink and she took another sip, feeling the alcohol starting to take effect. Marie watched her, waiting for Lindsay to speak first. Well, you have to say it sooner or later.

"He spent the night." Marie's eyes widened but she stayed quiet, prompting Lindsay to continue. "We had dinner at his loft. It was awkward and we had absolutely nothing to talk about. Then he dropped me off at home and left."

"But I thought you said he spent the night?"

"Yeah. Well, he came back."

"Oh well that makes perfect sense then. You have an awkward date with a guy that can't keep up a conversation. He drops you off at your house and leaves. Naturally you have to sleep with him. What the hell, Lindsay? I'm all for a little rebound action but do you seriously want to waste it on a catch like Jake?" Marie sounded frustrated as she spoke, a suspicion which was confirmed when she concluded her rant with an eye roll.

Lindsay took another long pull on her straw, watching the alcohol disappear gradually before her. She hadn't really thought about it, truthfully she never really thought about anything. She hadn't considered whether Jake was rebound sex or not, only that it had felt good in the moment. Am I supposed to feel guilty about this? What's Jake going to think? He obviously has some weird control fetish, the way he had just come through the door last night – not so much asking but rather taking what he wanted from her – and the way he had called her 'pet', clearly using her physical desires against her. Would a man like that even have taken 'no' for an answer in the first place?

It was fun though. Was she supposed to feel bad about having a little fun? She was single after all, and so what if she had had nothing to talk to him about – he was good in bed and that's what she needed right now - she had Chessie and Marie for talking.

"Lindsay!"

"What?"

Marie was fuming at her. "Are you seriously going to tell me that you don't care if he was just a fling?" Marie snapped at her, clearly she had been talking this whole time and working herself up into a tizzy while Lindsay was daydreaming. "This is San Antonio's most eligible bachelor we're talking about and you aren't even trying to keep him around? Gods above, Linds, I can't believe you sometimes!"

"Well excuse me if I don't have everything figured out yet. I mean just a few months ago I was fixing to get married, Marie. I don't know if you realize it but that's kind of a huge freaking deal! My entire life has been turned upside down, so forgive me if I'm not chomping at the bit to get back into a serious relationship." Lindsay was pissed, to say the least. She had always been able to count on Marie to understand how she was feeling and here her sister was criticizing her on a relationship she didn't even have.

Marie didn't say anything but Lindsay could see a snotty retort building behind her sister's tightened lips. She continued before Marie had a chance to let her opinions fly, "Look sis, I didn't even want to go on the stupid date in the first place. You two planned it behind my back and tricked me into agreeing to an occasion that I clearly was not ready for. I just lost my husband, my job, my dreams and here you are planning out a whole new life for me. I don't want it. I had a little fun with the guy and that was great, but if you think for a second that I'm going to put any effort into keeping around someone that YOU picked out for me then you're crazy. You don't get to make that decision for me and besides, if you think he's so great, why don't you date him!"

Lindsay was practically shouting now and people were starting to stare, but the warm feeling in her stomach and the rage pounding in her chest made it easy for her to ignore this attention. This was it. This was all of the anger that she had felt since Derek walked out coming to fruition and so what if she was letting it out on Marie? If her sister thought that she could dictate Lindsay's life like some sort of matchmaker then she certainly deserved it.

Marie's face blanched, she picked up her purse and turned to leave without saying another word. Lindsay sat in a stewing silence and watched her go. She finished her drink, paid, and left the restaurant. At some point during her walk to the parking garage, she started to cry. People passing her on the sidewalk gave her a wide berth but Lindsay didn't care; she let the hot tears roll down her face. She got to the Jeep and started it up. It had been a very long time since she had cried like this. It was a combination of anger, frustration, and loss.

In hindsight, she knew that her sister didn't really deserve that tongue-lashing as she was only trying to help, but Lindsay was angry that Marie had so foolishly interfered. She wasn't ready for Jake and while she could admit to the simple carnal pleasures that he had afforded her, she was embarrassed that she had let things get so carried away. She was not that kind of girl, nor had she ever wanted to be. Whatever his intentions had been when taking her out on that date, Lindsay should never have let it happen – there's no going back now. Be a big girl and suck it up. One of life's hard lessons.

***

Chad made it out to Lindsay's house early. He passed a limo on his way up her street and saw her standing on the porch watching it go. She had such a dreamy look on her face that only sought to anger him again. Cherish it, my lady; that's the last time you're going to see him.

He parked across the street from her lot, as he always did, and waited. She left shortly after, dressed in her professional garb. As soon as she was out of sight, he exited the truck and headed up toward the house. He knew the front door would be locked so he decided to try the back. To his relief, he found it unlocked. Just as he was closing the door behind him, he heard a low, guttural growl. Fuck, the dog. That's what you forgot, you moron!

Chad had only seconds to decide what he was going to do about the mutt and chose to press his luck. He turned around and in his best goofy and excited voice said "Hey bud, how you doing big man?"

The dog looked confused but stopped his growling. Holy shit, this might actually work! "You want a treat, big fella? I'm sure your mom has some around here." Chad looked around the kitchen and deduced that his best bet would be the fridge. He confidently strode over to it, hoping that if he played the 'comfortable guest' well enough, the dog wouldn't question his authority.

It looked at him warily, but didn't make any move to stop Chad's entry. He opened the fridge door and found some left-over chicken in Tupperware. Figuring it best not to press his luck any further, he threw the dog an entire breast. It apparently decided that anyone who provided him with food couldn't be that great a threat and scarfed down the meat. It was an ugly thing, massive with wiry grey hair but now that it wasn't staring him down, Chad could see the appeal. It was actually kind of cool.

He glanced around the kitchen for the wine bottle he knew would be there and sure enough, spotted it on the counter across from him. It was about three quarters of the way empty with a simple stopper in the top. He pulled the small bag of crushed pills from his pocket and poured the contents into the remainder of the liquid. He swirled it around, watching fascinated as the cocktail quickly dissolved, and replaced the stopper.

"Well boy," Chad told his new friend, "we have some time to kill. What should we do?" The dog cocked its head up at him, tail wagging. "Not much for conversation, eh? Shame. What about some television?" The dog spun around and trotted into the living room. Amazed at how trusting this creature was of him, Chad followed and plopped down on the couch, picking up the remote.

If you only knew what was about to happen, mutt, you'd be ripping my throat out.

He flipped through the channels to find only garbage. It had been years since Chad had been in front of a TV and from the look of it, he wasn't missing much. The dog hopped up on the couch next to him and laid its big head in his lap. Chad scratched behind the mutt's ear and felt a little twinge of guilt. Sitting in her house, surrounding by her things, he had an image of a different life - one where he met Lindsay at the market, asked for her number, took her on dates, fell in love...

It would be a good life to be sure, but he knew that the monster inside him would never be satisfied. It would never allow him to have his filly like that and eventually, like with all the other women before her, he would grow bored and he would lose her forever. The monster purred – No, it has to be this way. Once she is broken, she will be truly mine and I will finally be complete.

Chad wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the dog was now rolled onto its back, asleep in his lap and some lady was trying to sell him a "fine" jewelry set on the screen. He heard tires pull into the driveway. He looked up and to his horror saw Lindsay's Jeep come to a stop. What the hell is she doing here? It can't be that time already!

He looked to the stove and saw 11:01 flashing at him. He heard the door of her car shut and quickly flicked off the tube. He hurried to the back, reaching it just as he heard the front locks tumble. He gently closed the door behind him and barely heard the chime of her voice ring out, "Hey, Bud, I'm back early!" He circled around the side of the house, keeping a low profile and watched her through the windows.

She made her way into the kitchen and, to his delight, uncorked the bottle of wine. She didn't bother with a glass and chugged it back. Chad noticed her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were red – she'd obviously been crying. He left her there and headed for the truck, sticking close to the tree line. From the rate at which she was throwing back that wine, he guessed that he wouldn't have long to wait after all. He started the truck up and decided to grab some food to-go. It was going to be a long night.

***

Lindsay woke to her head pounding. She left her eyes closed knowing from the amount she'd had to drink that to open them would bring on a terrible wave of agony. She lay still a moment, hoping to drift back to sleep when a strange smell crossed her nose. It was a combination of... leather? Horse? What the –

She opened her eyes and found herself staring up the ceiling of a barn. She bolted upright and took in her surroundings. She was in a horse's stall but she was surrounded by wire, floor to ceiling. She had been stripped down to her undergarments and seemed to be wearing a rope harness. It tied across her chest, looped both above and beneath her breasts, and came up between them to split on either side of her neck. The back of the harness was attached to a rope that was suspended from the ceiling but was slack, giving her room to move. She was sitting on a cot in the back corner and straw was strewn about the floor around her.

Panic set in. Where am I? Is this a fucking dream? How the hell – faint images began to flash before her. A man entering her house, picking her up off the couch and carrying her out to a truck; occasional lights on a road; being slowly undressed and carefully strapped in. You've got to be fucking kidding me! She brought her hands up to tear at the ropes around her and found that her wrists were bound as well. She tried to bite at them, to loosen them by any means necessary but they wouldn't budge.

That's when she saw him, standing in the shadows in front of the stall across from her. He was tall, very tall and seemed to be stroking the cheek of a dappled-grey horse. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" She screamed at him. "LET ME GO, YOU SICK FREAK!" She continued to scream insults and questions at him, tears brimming her eyes and the pain in her head threatening to split her in two. He didn't react, just continued to stroke the horse in silence.

After a few minutes, her voice cracked and the fear took over. She brought her knees to her chest and began to rock, sobbing uncontrollably. She wailed until the tears ran dry and her voice could take no more. Finally, the man in the shadows turned and left her there. She lay down on her side, trying to figure out how this had happened to her. It had to be a dream, no a nightmare. This was all just some sick nightmare and when she awoke next, she would back on her couch, Bud at her feet, safe and clothed once more.

***

Chad closed the barn door and started back up towards the house. Lindsay's sniffles faded into the night behind him. He had actually done it. He had taken her. The realization of the gravity of his action hit him just as he reached the steps to the back porch of the old farmhouse. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

He felt weak and was completely shocked to find that he was crying, but once it had started the tears poured out from him. He was completely overtaken with shame and sadness. For years he had been fighting this monster inside of himself, keeping it at bay and now it was too late. There was no going back from this one. This monster was no longer just inside of him, the monster was him. He would have to accept it. He had ripped this woman out of her life, and neither of them were ever going to be the same again.

Hours passed and Chad cried on, not only for himself but for this poor girl that he had been unleashed upon. He contemplated taking her back, drugging her once more and returning her to her home. At that notion the monster roared in anger and he knew that even if he could manage to overpower it, he would surely be discovered. She would call the police and he had left plenty of fingerprints for them to find. No, you made your bed, now you both have to lie in it.

He heard a faint cry coming from the barn down the hill. The sun was starting to rise and by the sound of it Lindsay was awake again. He stood, dusting off his jeans. He wiped his eyes and placed his Stetson on his head. Okay, Chad. It's game time.




THIS WILL BE MY FINAL DISCLAIMER. From this point forward, my story will be taking a very nonconsensual route with heavy elements of BDSM. If this is not your cup of tea, then please do not continue as I would hate for you to be uncomfortable with the content. That being said, for those of you who choose to stick with TBAF, I hope that you enjoyed reading Chapter 4 as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, I appreciate your feedback. Much love!