Pony Glue

The sound of a door slamming shut woke Rarity.

“Oh I hope you aren’t sleeping my dear, you’ll have plenty of time for that when im finished with you," he called out from the darkness.

As he limped into the light, a glint of metal caught her eye. A small, straight blade ran from the base to the tip of his hook. She realized then, that it wasn’t a hook he had in place of his hoof, it was a saw. All she could do was whimper as he began to circle her like a hawk over its prey. He stopped and gingerly picked up her front left hoof with his right.

“This one,” he said slowly, “I’ll let you keep this one."

With wild abandon, Rarity kicked him in the face as far as her chain would let her. She caught the side of his snout, sending him reeling. He yelped and pain and grabbed hit face with his hoof. A small stream of blood trickled out of his nose.

“Filthy bitch,” he muttered. “You need to learn your place.”

He walked over and kicked her hard in the ribs. Rarity tried to cry out in pain, and he kicked her again, harder than before. The crack of bone snapping filled the air. With a wheeze, Rarity spat out blood all over the floor.

“Nothing to whine about now? Thats better. Now we have to start the real work.”

She watched helplessly as he picked up and inspected each of her hooves, one by one.

“Where to begin, where to begin,” he asked no one in particular. “Well I don’t have forever, I guess I’ll just get it over with and start with the head!”

He sat on her back, pinning her down with his weight so that she couldn’t shift around. Putting a hoof on her head, he held up his saw, the light glinting off it into Rarity’s eyes.

“Be a dear and sit still won’t you?," he asked mockingly.

Rarity began to sweat and shake in anticipation of what was about to happen. Pain seared her chest and she forgot about her horn completely. As he slowly inched his saw towards her neck, anxiety welled within her. When his saw was less than an inch away from her throat, he whipped it away. He tilted his head back and began to howl with laughter.

“I can’t believe,” he spurted out between bursts of laughter, “the look on your face! Priceless! You thought I was going to kill you, didn’t you?”

Tears were streaming down Rarity’s face.

His laughter abruptly ended and his voice took on a serious tone. “No, if I killed you now we wouldn’t get to have any fun at all, now would we?”

She could only whimper as he picked up her front right hoof and laid her leg out straight. He shifted his body onto her leg and placed the blade of his saw on her ankle. Without a word, he began to work the saw back and forth cutting into her flesh.

Rarity tried to move, to shake her body and legs in an attempt to knock him off of her, but he was simply stronger than her. Pain seared her leg with each tendon and muscle that ripped apart. The sawing only lasted a few seconds, he had made quick work of her flesh.

He paused when the blade made contact with bone and looked her crying face.

“Now dear I have to warn you,” he said cheerfully, “this will hurt a bit. But don’t worry this is the worst part. Think about it this way, I only have to do this two more times after this. Then we can have some fun!”

Rarity watched in agony and horror as he set to his grisly work. Her ankle was alight with excruciating pain. Time slowed for her and the process seemed to last forever. Her entire consciousness seemed to focus solely on her ankle. Finally with a loud snap, the the bone detached from her leg. Pain overwhelmed her, and she blacked out.