Dementophobia: I love the way you suffer(Disturbing themes/violence)

Amy sat in front of a mirror while pulling down her bottom eyelids. Her eyes was so painfully red. No amount of eye drops would satiate this dryness and eventually blood would fall onto the sink.  She would look to her left to see a tall pale mare staring at her. Her dead greyish skin lacked fur. She had a large flowing pink mane and pink eyelashes. Her mouth was seen shut with pink string. The pink on her was nearly glowing. Her beauty was intense and quite frankly, it just added to her strange tone. She wasn't wearing clothes but rather tastefully nude. Hiding most of her nudity with her long beautiful mane, not that she hid her body from the world. Her stomach was tied up in pink ribbons and knots. Her nails were pink and long. Sharp were her nails like pink claws. Her mouth spanned from the front of her face to her ears. She was small for an average equestrian. Smaller than Amy after all. Amy would stare at the smiling mare as she had a shaking hand on her gun. The gun was holstered to her side.  The lady would smirk and go around the corner. A knock on the door would emit through the halls of the nearly destroyed apartment complex. Dolls hung from the ceiling and out of the walls. Someone was inside. The door closing gently behind him. Someone who had been watching her come in. A stalker. "Amy? You in here?" The deafening silence was thick in the air.  The man would walk as the lights would flicker and the turn off. Pink eyes would gaze upon him. Something evil came his way. His eyes would nearly blister and bubble. He would drop the knife he was holding as he would poke the very eyes he wished to gaze upon Amy. No... She's very much mine. No stallion. No mare. No anything will ever hurt my beautiful, Callihan. Never again. The man would sit there poking away mindlessly as he would dig out peices of his brain with the knife. Eventually succumbing to his self inflicted wounds. There is only two people I love. One stallion. One mare. Both under my intense gaze. He was magnificent. He was perfect. He was my love, my everything. His beautiful golden mane and his many manly scars. He love of children didn't come from sickness but of fatherly duty. He was a dream. Dreams are just that. Fiction. Yet he was taken before his time ended. Destroyed by the very people he helped build. How absolutely disturbing.  Now... She is my love. Beautiful. So absolutely beautiful. A mare who will rip a man to peices if told so. She's so very amazing. Rip them apart.  Do it for me, will ya?  Those who witness my everlasting love will die painfully one day. Some faster than others. None will see the light of day. They will not see their loved ones. Their happiness. Their anything again. I love them all... So very much.