Pinkamena was sitting down on a very old wooden chair that had many spindles of broken wood across the structure. Usually a pony would be screaming in absolute pain with those stinging on their backside and rump, yet, Pinkamena was in pony heaven. Every shred of pain that permeated her skin and inched it's way in to her muscles and blood made Pinkamena smile as if she was being massaged. Her eyes were so relaxed and happy and her teeth barely grit from the pain. It was nothing new to her for pain was her god. She worshiped the sensation and the fervor from her skin like a blessing.
After getting bored with the chairs slight fancy, she grabbed some razers that were right on the chair's arm. She lifted up her pink arm to see little droplets of her own blood drop down on to the chair and the sight it made her quite thirsty. She lifted the other arm feeling the pain of the protrusions leave her arm and was slightly saddened by it. She lifted both hoofs in position and she cut herself trying to feel every second of pain that shocked her neurons.
Seeing the red flavorful fluid dripping from a massive slash, she stuck out her tongue and tasted her own blood. She made sure to slide the tongue right in to her artery to gather as much pain and juice as possible. Her skin lifted up as the tongue made way in to the flesh and sucked out the blood in swaths.
Bored with that light fancy, She got out of the seat, her back taking with her wooden friends to her happy little pain party. She looked around excitedly to notice the many torture machines that she made herself situated across the torture room. There was The Shock Collar that would send electricity across her body activating her pain neurons, yet, she wasn't in the mood for child's play.
She looked to her left and found The Stabber, a machine that a had a coffin like design with hundreds of tiny blades that would stab holes across her body that would almost drown her in blood. She loved that Stabber and the excitement of the high chance of death usually would make her want to do it every time, but, this time she was tired of it.
She needed something new, something fresh in her pain and bloodied life. She then came up with an idea, a horrible idea that would be painful to even think about. She grabbed the Razer and began to cut her self silly like a mad mare. Blood dripped all over the place from her fiercely cut wounds. After she cut every part of her body that she could think of, She breathed heavily in crazed breaths with her hair all messed up and covered in her own blood. Then she smiled and got out of the basement.
She went to the back of The Cake's Home leaving a trail of blood and looked around the place that was filled with machines that had been creating concoctions for sweets and candies. She soon limped over to her prize with her face covered by her sticky bloodied hair. A huge batt of Lemonade Candy Extract was fermenting, it was yellow and bubbling all over the massive pool. Pinkamena giggled and tripped in to the hot extract and felt her skin burn at the touch like acid. Pinkamena felt absolutely lucid at the amount of pain she was experiencing.
She swam through the concoction tainting the yellow lemony liquid with her ripe red blood. Pinkamena felt fulfilled with pain. It was to her the Carpe Diem of suffering, but, it was still not enough. She felt that her very existence wasn't begging for death yet and she wanted to bring her self to suffer even more. She stepped out of the concoction that was now colored orange, her skin heavy and tearing from the wet, cut, wounds. She trotted on leisurely as if nothing was wrong until she had to stop and throw up from the intense pain. After throwing up her dinner, Pinkamena smiled a clenched smile with teeth baring itself from the very gums of her mouth.
A rumbling sound came from her stomach and she soon felt hunger once again. She trotted happily as her skin ripped and blood dripping from her cuts all the way to the door out of the back. She opened the door and stained the interior of Sugar Cube Corner with her red until she found the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door, her face dripping with cut's and blood, and ate herself a piece of chocolate cake oh so tasting the red liquid frosting that she was contributing. After her delicious chocolatey copper meal, she then headed off to the bathroom to take care of the wounds before she died of blood loss. As she made her way through the hallway to the bathroom she was intercepted by a awoken Mrs. Cake. Mrs. Cake noticed all the blood and then looked upon Pinkamena in her bloodied and hurt mess.
Terrified and confused, Mrs. Cake looked upon the bloodied mare as if she was attacked or something. She soon noticed the cut's and how happy Pinkamena looked...
"Pinky? What happened!? Are you alright!?" said Mrs. Cake. She grabbed and got a better look at Pinkamena's Crazed Expression while looking upon her many cuts.
I was just having so much fun! You should join in the party! said Pinkamena with a raspy and incoherently deeper voice. Pinkamena could barely hold herself up from her cut-apart body.
"What!? You did this to yourself? How long have you been doing this!?" said Mrs. Cake. Worry and terror was strung upon her face. "Pinkie! This... how could you do this to yourself?"
It's all I ever wanted said Pinkamena. She soon lost her grip and tripped over a stretched out piece of skin to fall right in to the floor. At the sudden impact she completely lost consciousness. Tears poured from her eyes at how happy she was.
Mrs. Cake could only react like any other pony would do.
She screamed.
