The constant throbbing of my head forces my eyes to open and immediately I am struck by the gut wrenching stench of blood, both fresh and old. My stomach tightens and my body jerks as I fight back the urge to vomit, though I only make the feeling worse as I notice that my wrists- er I mean- hoofs are bound by rusty cuffs attached to chains that are nailed into the ceiling above. As I try to comprehend what had happened to me, my head turns and my eyes absorb all the horrific displays that decorate the room I'm in. In the right corner of the room, there's a pony, at least it was, her entire body, or rotting carcass, was stained with blood, her torso must have been sliced open because I could see the rotting guts spilled around her, and on her upper thigh... where her cutie mark was supposed to be... was a perfectly cut circular hole. The rest of the room was filled with various knives and instruments, chains hanging from the ceiling, an old chair, and a bed- all covered in blood. Despite the gory result of her death and how much I wished to turn away, I find myself staring at her, not with emotion, just staring.
It was only when I heard the sound of a old wooden door creaking open did I break free from my trance. " Oh, your awake, I'm so glad. Now we can have some more fun!" I felt like my heart committed suicide as the words tortured my ears. That voice was one I knew all too well. One that I once adored. One that I once felt joy from. One that I know is demented and twisted. It was the voice of Pinkamena Diane Pie.
