the enjoyment of torture

                “Did you say you name was Thorn?” a voice said behind me. I look behind me, it’s surprising that she woke up already.

                “Yes I did.” I reply

                “Am I down here to have fun as you said to Thunder Light?” she asks.

                “Yes. How did you know her name?” I ask curiously.

                “Oh that’s an easy one. I know every pony’s name. Except yours, Now that I know what your name is what you do for fun? Oh wait I already know that.” She blabbers on; I couldn’t quite understand what she was saying.

                I am starting to get annoyed so I inject her with my knockout drug I acquired in the Everfree Forest. When she was knocked out I look at my clock, 3 a.m. I need to get to bed. I take a shower to get the blood off of me first before I passed out on my bed.

(Morning)

                I get up and look at the clock; 11:30, I get out of bed and walk down stairs to the kitchen to have breakfast. I didn’t have anything fancy just some oats. Then I go back upstairs and into my bathroom to straighten my mane. I walk downstairs and sat on the sofa to watch TV for the rest of the day.

                Six pm rolls around and I hear the neighbors start to fight. Every day they fight around Six. Their fighting covers up the screams from my victims so I don’t really mind it. But right now it is time to get started. I get up, turn off the TV and walk down into the basement and close the door behind me. I walked over to my tools to get them ready. I look up at the table and walk over to wake up the mare.

                I get to the table and pour a bucket of ice cold water on her forcing her to shake awake. “What was that for?” she asks

                “It is time to play.” I smile as I grab my ball gag so I don’t get annoyed by her talking all the whole time. I went to put it on; it was easy because she was talking. Once it was securely fastened I look around for my needles. I find them on the table.

                “Ok now I am going to make you burn from the inside out.” I say grabbing my needles tipped with hydrogen peroxide. I turn her hoof around so I could get to the vein. I find the vein and smile. “Get ready.” I tell her pushing the needle in. the effect was immediate.

I felt her muscles tense up from the hydrogen peroxide. I put a few more in around her body to keep the pain going. Next I grab my clothes iron and plug it in. “Have you ever wondered how long it takes for an iron to melt needles? I have” I say testing it to see how hot the iron is by putting it on one of the needles on the table. It melted 5 seconds after the iron touched it. I smile at her. “Ready. Here we go.” I say leaning over her right hoof. I lower the iron onto the needle, her eyes following it the entire time. When the iron touched the needle started to melt. Her muscles started to twitch to try to get away from the pain but her restraints didn’t allow them to. I laugh as I hear her screams under the ball gag.

                I kept the iron on the needle for about 30 seconds so that the metal melted thoroughly; I did this so that the metal fused with the skin. I next move to the left arm and did the same thing. When the second needle was melted I saw tears rolling down her face, I lean down and lick them off. This really made her cry. When I had my fill of tears I went back to melting the needles to her skin.

                “This is so much fun, isn’t it Pinkie. Grunt once for yes twice for no.” I say stroking her face. She grunts twice. “Well then I need to step up my game then.” I say frowning. At this point I am done melting the needles so I put the iron down.

I look back at the fire place that I have and walk over to it taking the branding iron I left in there all night. “I had this toy in the fire place all night. It is red hot and is going to be like that for a while.” I tell her inspecting the design making sure that it didn’t warp at all.

When I feel that I have check it over and feel satisfied, I look at her body trying to find a place to brand her. I see a spot in the middle of her cutie mark. I look over at her to gauge her reaction. There was fear in her eyes and something else, pleasure? This confused me. She is enjoying this.

                “Well now you are enjoying this.” I say smiling. She grunts twice leaning her head back. “Yes you are, don’t deny it I see it in your eyes.”

I realize that the iron was starting to cool down. With a shrug off my shoulders I aim the end right in the middle of her cutie mark and push it on her skin. She clenches up, I hold it there until I start to see blood ooze out from behind the iron. I pull the iron away from her spasming body and put it back into the red hot coals. I bend down and look at the wound.

I bend back up and walk over to my bottle of hydrogen peroxide and pour it onto a rag. Once the rag was soaked I walk back over to the table and push it on the wound. I walk back over to the clothes iron and plug it back in. I set it down to let it heat up.

                “Man I am hungry.” I say looking at the time. 11pm, ‘Man twelve hours’ I think. I then walk back to Pinkie “I’m going to have dinner. I will be right back.” I tell her leaning down and licking the tears off her face, I head for the stairs and hear her grunting trying to get my attention. I walk over to her and loosen the ball gag so she can talk.

                “Please, please, please stop. I am going to go insane from the pain.” She says crying

                “Do not worry, the pain will stop soon.” I tell her, tightening the ball gag once more. I walk upstairs to get my dinner ready. ‘I am going to have a daisy sandwich tonight.’ I think. I turn on the TV to watch my favorite show.

When I finish my sandwich I turn off the TV and go back downstairs to see Pinkie with her eyes closed. I walk to Pinkie very quietly so she doesn’t hear me.

                “I’m back.” I whisper into her ear. She grunts surprised at the sudden sound of my voice. “Now that I am not hungry I can enjoy the rest of the afternoon.” I smirk, reaching for the clothes iron. Before my hand touches the handle I feel the heat radiate off it.

I smile at her and with blinding speed, grab the iron and slam it down onto her chest, probably breaking some ribs. I leave the iron on her chest for about a minute. I lift the iron revealing a third degree burn. ‘Awesome,’ I put it on her stomach and leave it there again for a minute. I do the same with her right and left leg.

Once there were burns all over her body, I raise my hoof and smack each of the burns over and over again until I have blood all over the place. I look at Pinkie one last time and I force my hoof into her body from her stomach to find her heart. When I have found it I grin and push in more crushing the heart. Her eyes look behind her body and dies within seconds. I lean over, take off her ball gag, kissed her, and shut her eyes. “Now, who’s next?”