Chapter Nineteen
Resistance
“I’m glad you decided to resist me, my lovely little pony. You have presented me with the opportunity to show you exactly what the rest of your life will be like if you continue to demonstrate the kind of recalcitrance you showed earlier today.” Quinella Q. Quan spoke slowly as she stood exactly in the center of the round steel room.
The walls were black metal, riveted sheets of painted steel, not unlike the inside of a large tank. The ceiling was more than 15 feet high and rose from the walls to a pointed center. Quan stood directly under the raised center, as if she were in the middle of a great steel tent without a center pole. At the end of a rope lunge line, a single sweating pony stood on its four hooves. Wearing a full bridle and body harness, the pony
