With a blade in hand, Dieter’s impassiveness was even more terrifying. He brandished the knife as he walked over to the Diamond Dog strapped to the table. The guard had demanded to stay behind to observe Dieter’s technique, and the rest of the ponies neither refused to go, nor refused to stay. They simply remained rooted to the ground in fear as Dieter sharpened the blade.

Dieter turned to the dog. “Here are the rules of this interrogation. You will answer my questions. If you answer my questions satisfactorily, you will have a quick death. If you do not, you will beg for death. If you are lying or refuse to answer, I will begin cutting parts off. I will work my way up.”

The dog whimpered and once more writhed against its bonds. Dieter approached, his face giving nothing away, no horror, no fear, no joy. It would not be the first time he had used such interrogation methods. The longest that anyone had held out against his probing was fifteen minutes. It was a miracle really, the primary SS method generally consumed much less time. Dieter would rather that the dog gave up right away, so that he would not have to waste his time so much.

“First, what is your name and designation?” Dieter asked coolly.

The dog didn’t respond, opting instead to grind its teeth. Dieter sighed. Dieter tightened his grip around the combat knife. He raised it over his head. He brought the sharp tip down directly into the dog’s foot, opening up a huge gash and eliciting a cry of pain from the dog. Dieter proceeded to carve through the skin and into the bone. The ponies gasped at the brutality displayed. They never thought that Dieter had actually meant what he said.

“No! No! Stop!”Begged the dog, panting from the pain, “I tell what you want!”

“Go on,” Dieter responded, lifting the knife. “Give your name and designation.”

“Me Bingo, me just grunt. Please no hurt us!” The dog whined pleading.

“Good. Tell me what I need, and I will end your pain.” Dieter replied emotionlessly. “Where are the ponies being held?”

“Me can’t tell you that! Me don’t know!” The dog frantically cried.

“I believe you.” Dieter turned away.

The dog sighed in relief, but suddenly howled as Dieter rounded on him with the knife. Dieter quickly castrated the dog. The guardspony turned green, despite his superior training. Fluttershy fainted from the horrifying scene before her. Pinkie Pie's mane deflated in horror, her carefree attitude vanishing into thing air. Applejack and Rainbow Dash squeezed their eyes shut. Rarity ran outside to vomit. Twilight simply stood rooted to the ground, rendered mute by the sheer brutality displayed.

“I always had my dogs neutered.” Dieter stated. “Now, answer my question!”

The dog panted, “They...being held...as...slaves in burrows outside...Ponyville.”

Rarity, who had re-entered the building despite her conscience screaming at her not to, nodded. She had been captured by Diamond Dogs once before while she was out collecting gems. She knew exactly where the dog was referring. She told Dieter what she knew. Dieter withdrew the blade.

“How many of your brethren are in these caverns?” Dieter asked.

The dog responded instantly, not wishing to endure the pain a moment longer. “They...about...seventy...or...more...” The dog’s voice had taken a high pitched quality. “Please...kill...me...” The dog pleaded.

“One more question, and I will grant you the silent mercy. I am a man of my word.”

“One...more...hng...question?” The dog’s breathing had become erratic, as the pain threatened to overwhelm him.

“What kind of weapons do you have?” Dieter asked, obviously interested.

“Mostly...clubs...hng!...knives...some swords. Kill...me.” The dog begged.

Dieter brought back the knife. He looked the dog in the eye. The dog stared back despite the pain. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact only a few seconds, Dieter brought the knife down into the dogs jugular, splitting larynx in half and severing several vital arteries. The dog breathed its last. Dieter remained impassive, even though on the inside, his stomach writhed. Dieter had had a dog in his childhood, the dog he had just killed reminded him too much of that happy time that he had long ago buried. Despite the facade of amusement, Dieter hated torture. He glance at the wall. The interrogation had only taken 2 minutes and 15 seconds, less than an average human.

As Dieter turned back towards the ponies, he saw them cowering at his glance. He didn’t blame them. He must have looked like a monster, covered in blood. Dieter wiped his bloodied knife on the dog’s fur and sheathed it. He looked at Rarity.

“Madame, would you be so kind as to guide me in the caverns. I will finish what I started.” Dieter’s eyes seem to glint with the prospect of a good fight. He was ready.

Author's Note

Next Chapter, a huge battle. The weather conditions will be violence with a chance of extreme gore and trauma.