"First we Get Our Ingredients."

Just begun.... Sham didn't understand what that meant, but she knew it was something bad. Fear swelled up as she saw her sister's face once more in the lamp light. The evil salesfilly's eyes looked slowly from left to right, deciding on which tool she would use next. She levitated on what looked like a large apple peeler.

"Absolutely perfect." she said in a low tone. Once more, her face disappeared and Sham could hear her sister's hooves clopping closer, and closer. It finally stopped, and she feel the evil gaze her sister gave. "Now this just won't do," she mumble once more. "I can't see the exact spot I need. Maybe a bit more of light...."
Sham waited, sweating as if she had been running a long distance nonstop.
The lamp that sat on the table moved, and she could see Shim's smiling face getting closer. "There now!" Shim chirped. "Perfect for getting the perfect score on our little cider making game. Now lets begin, shall we?"

The large apple peeling tool shinned in the light, but was soon hidden in the shadows. But Sham knew it's target. She felt something cool, and smooth prick her left forehoof shoulder. Then she felt it getting deeper into her coat, until it finally cut through, and started peeling down slowly, taking the coat off her arm. Sham shrieked as she felt many things.
The warm, sticky blood gushing out, Shim's breathe on the open, fresh wound, and the hurt in her heart of her twin that she had bonded with betray her.

Whenever Shim was done peeling one, long strand of coat, she'd go to the side of that cut, and peel more, all the while Sham crying and begging her sister to stop. But Shim embraced the noise, and enjoyed it very much. Ever since she'd gotten back at the Apple family by slowly killing the young foal, Applebranch, something opened up. Revenge was satisfied, but the feeling for more blood, more screams, built up. The last trip she made with Sham in selling cider, the lungs, kidneys, and heart from the foal she had snuck in without anypony knowing, into the cider. It was cut up with the apples, and pour into cider. Everypony drank it and they loved it. They craved for more, they were willing to pay high prices for the drink. And that's what Shim wanted, but this was the only way. She wasn't sure if Sham would approve, but to 'play it safe', she decided to get rid of her.
But she wasn't completely heartless, somewhere, deep down, something screamed at her to stop. There was still time, to cast memory lost spell on Sham, replace it with some other memory, take her to a doctor, and tell him that Sham had just gotten into a bad wreck.
But she shoved that thought as she finished peeling the other hoof. Strips of coat laid all over the ground, along with blood.

"Now dear sister of mine," she began, still in her low, soothing tone. "before I get the main parts, I must have something to remember you by. After all, ponies will be having- oops I mean, drinking different parts of you." she chuckled, and sham struggled to get free, when she remembered- her horn! Couldn't she have done teleportation spell?
She narrowed her eyes at Sham, and in a blur of green light, she appeared right behind Shim.

"I can't believe how foolish you were to not do away with my horn first!" Sham sneered.

"Game is not over til it's over, beloved sister." Shim snickered. She darted around Sham, leapt over the table of tools, and snatched up a dagger. Sham charged at her, and Shim flipped the table onto her. Some of the sharp blades pierced into Sham's hooves and back. She struggled from getting under the table, and felt that same sticky liquid drip from her forehead.
She narrowed her eyes at Shim.
"It is on."

Author's Note

Okie.... shaking things up a bit, but don't worry. I'll get more detailed in next chapter. I didn't want it to completely sound like Cupcakes otherwise you guys would just sit there, rolling your eyes.

Ideas, maybe?