Sham's eyes flew open. Could that entire scene have been a dream?
She groaned, about to put a hoof to her head, when she realized it wouldn't move. She could lift her head some to see nothing was strapping her down. She was just lying on a platform, in a room where there was no light except for a small golden glow from a small lamp on a table a good across of where she lay.
She also heard humming that came from the voice she loved.

"Shim....?"

"Oh, sweet Solaris! Sham, you're awake. How delightful, don't you agree?" came the reply of her sister, who's face was shadowed by the small light.

"I....I guess....why can't I move?"

"Oh, Sham you were always such a sweet, silly filly. Haven't you guessed?" Shim chirped. Before Sham could answer, she continued. "The delicious cider I gave you was drugged. I might have over done it, woopsie daisy!"

"Drugged, but why? Was that the taste?"

"Hmm... not entirely. You tasted my new ingredient. Yes ma'am, a Shim special."

"What ingredient was that?"

"Hang on, allow me to answer your question about why I drugged your drink. Let me ask you, and you must be 100% honest. Did you like that taste?"

"...Yes...."

"See, I found out that my new ingredient tastes amazing. Everypony will love it, but I won't use it all the time, no, no. By then, surely my secret would have been found out!"

"Secret?"

"My ingredient- haven't you been listening? Haven't you been guessing? Have you found out the item?"
Sham didn't know, and she kinda didn't want to know. She shook her head, frowning. Shim laughed. "Why silly filly, one more hint than I'll give to you, remember that foal who went missing?"

Yup. It hit her. Her eyes got large and her mouth hung open. Shim's face was now seen in the small light, and she was laughing an evil laugh. Her face had changed. It was no longer pretty and innocent, it was dark, evil, and only somewhat charming. But you wouldn't see the charm in Sham's position.
She struggled to move, but her body wouldn't listen. Another menacing laughs was heard. "Dear sister, I'm afraid the drug in your drink has made your body fall asleep and completely relaxed. The only thing you can move is your head."

Sham didn't know what to do, but just stair in disbelief. Shim chuckled, as her green eyes flicker the reflection of the lamp. "Now, my beloved sister, would you be a dear and help me make cider?"

"N-No! I don't want any part of this, and I am horrified that'd you dare do this to your own sister! Was it something I did or said?"
Shim thought a moment, and Sham hoped she'd reconsider her thoughts about this cider. She looked at the helpless pony, still smiling.

"Nope. You did or said nothing. You never got more attention than me, never harmed me.... no. This is just for the sake of bits and business."
Sham couldn't believe what se heard. So she wasn't loved as much, or more then money and fame? Tears wielded up in her eyes, and she started to cry. "Oh come now, Sham. A bit old for that, aren't we?"

"A bit old?" Sham shrieked. "Not at all! You tricked me! Of all those sweet memories- all that we've been through, we stuck together! We were an amazing team! All that was an act- just to get bits?"

"Oh, Sham. Keep it up and I'll make this more painful the it really needs t be. Now, let's make some cider, hm?" Her hoof reached for the lamp and she turned it on just a bit brighter.
Through the tears, Sham could see things gleaming in the light. But after Shim grabbed a shinny object and trotted away from the table, she could see anything. She could feels something cold on her hooves and around her neck. "Now, let's heat things up a bit, shall we? Allow me to introduce you to my fine new invention, Heater Beater." right after she spoke, the once cold straps on her hooves became burning hot until they were red.

Sham screamed as the metal burned her flesh, her body now awakening from the drug. It kept getting hotter and hotter, as if she was on fire. She felt something also stick to her hooves. Then, the strap around her neck became hot, and starting burning her neck. Sham tried to scream, but it would just more- but she couldn't stop. Another laugh came. "You see, dear sister, these metal straps heat up over one hundred degrees. However, I have found some metal that though they heat up and melt somewhat- they won't melt completely. And when turned off, they turn cold and hard immediately."

So that's was the gooey feeling on her hooves and now around her neck. It was melting onto her! After a while, the machine stopped, and like Shim said, the metal turned hard and cold again. But it had melted into her coat, and some of the metal hardened under her coat.
She whimpered, while Shim chuckled,

"But Sham, we've just about begin!"

Author's Note

Getting more detailed. Also going camping and the computer MAY be taken away for a week. Dunno. We'll have to see.