Her Deadly Denial

My life was once the open plains, the honest work of a Montana horse wrangler, until Tori, my wealthy New England wife, decided I was another beautiful thing to collect.

She flaunted me, her "authentic" trophy, alongside her sprawling estate and her frail childhood friend, Julian, whose mysterious neurological disorder seemed to cost her millions.

But beneath the gilded cage, trouble brewed, and one afternoon, Julian's theatrical "seizure"-a performance I knew too well-ignited Tori's chilling rage, directing it at the one piece of home I truly cherished: my beloved Shetland pony, Patches.

I watched in horror, held immobile by her guards, as she savagely beat Patches to death with a polo mallet, painting the pristine stable walls with his blood before turning her cold eyes on me.

My screams were useless as she had me dragged to a dark root cellar, sealing me inside with the very pit bulls she supposedly "rescued"-untamed animals that ripped me to shreds.