The Foundation

I looked around the room to see only darkness, and a bright light hovering just above my head. “Oh you finally woke up” Somepony had said just out of my view. It was a voice, expressionless and depressing to even hear, a voice of a cynical female.

1. I moved a hoof only to find out that they were chained down to a table. I started to panic struggling, and raging against the chains, making grunts and at last a sigh in defeat. The chains, they chains felt like it had been attached to my very soul, dragging it to hell. “W-who are you?” I was interrupted nearly Immediately as I spoke. “That is none of your concern, your only concern is what I will be doing to you, and how much fun both of us will have.” She said with the same expressionless voice almost with a hiss.

I looked around the room once again, to see the yellow pelted pony with a green mane, that had been separated with two different shades of green, splitting her mane into two sides. She was standing in front of a rack that contained a large amount of and variety of tools, most of which being whips, hooks, and pulverizing meat malots. I thought 'Had that always been there?'

“W-who are you?” I said with a voice muffled in fright and anxiety. I waited for an answer but only received silence in return. She slid the rack behind me and out of my view. It got dead silent and I raised my voice to be heard, to the point of being in a tone of irritation. “Cmon all ready I have-” as I was left breathless with a bone crushing smack that lined my chest and leaving it with the outline of the thin whip, that had assaulted me.

It stayed silent and I fought the tears that were flushing from my eyes. “You will say thank you after every whip given to you, and every ten you will say 'thank you mam may I have please have another.' if you miss anything I will double up on the punishment. Understood?”

'I was trembling all ready from the first whip how could I-' as I was interrupted in thought, as I felt yet another crash against my chest. I yelped out instantly “I-i understand!”

The following hours was nothing but agonising and searing pain, my chest, stomach, and private areas had been ravaged by the whip, leaving it with blisters and missing fur that had been whipped away. “Thank you mam may I please have another!” I cried out howling in pain. I heard raddling and a clank, that was when I knew the whip had been put down. Than she spoke once again “You seem to be crying . . . is there any-” I quickly cut her off out of a fit of rage. “You wont do anything but let me go you damn split-!” I was silenced by a swift hoof to the left side of my cheek, leaving a pink mark. She than propped my chin up and grinned at me “How about we try “Excuse me” And maybe a “Sorry”

I stayed silent and waited for silence to answer her. She went to the rack and got a branning tool used for cows and mules it quickly lit up in a white aurora and she at last spoke “Tsk . . . and I thought you were the goody four hooves . . .” As she pressed the utensil against my ribs, which quickly got the better of me. “Oh- im sorry!” she grinned back in response but kept the tool there. “And?” she said tauntingly. I squealed as I felt the utensil sink deep into my flesh. “Excuse me for my beavior please stop!” She lifted the utensil and put it away. I looked back at the mark to see two words imprinted on the side of my body. “I'm sorry”

I repeated it quickly to avoid any problems, almost unable to speak but somehow mustered up the courage to do so. She than walked over to the rack once more and ran a club to the side of my head, enough for me to be able to see it.

It had large round circular humps on it. I heard a grunt and soon after a bone chilling crack, that landed on the center of my stomach, and soon after my back left hoof. I was left breathless unable to speak, though my mouth was wide open. I looked down to see a bone sticking out of the hoof, and than a Crack! Smack! Crunch! on the opposite hoof, and than I remembered “Thank you!” I yelped out, still somehow crying for the four hours I had been here. She than slammed the mallet down onto my stomach, and I vomited up from the extreme force. I heard the rattling of setting down the tool.

I was still coughing and spitting up puke and blood when she pulled out a tool from the tray. “Your crying and moaning can irritate others” As she picked up a needle and started threading it. I pleaded with the rest of my energy, though muffled from what she was doing, in an attempt to end the torment.

“P-please . . . please stop” I said weakly but only received a grin and a quick jab to my muzzle. I quickly yelped out in yet another plea “Please just stop! I'll do anything!”

She replied quickly almost in a snap “I have your word?”

“Yes . . . mam” I said weakly back. “Okay” as she dove the needle in and out of my mouth stitching it shut, causing severe pain and closing my ability to speak.

She sat the table up and she pushed a mirror to me, so I could see my reflection. I looked into it to see a mare with a red tipped mane, with a green filling the inside. Her pelt was khaki almost brown. Indeed it was me, the one with the mouth stitched together, the one with bruises and blood spattered about my body, from the constant ripping and tear of a whip and Mallet. The broken hoofs had been dripping with blood ever since they had been popped out of place. Even after I was left to look at myself I could still feel the burning sensation of the whip cracking my stomach leaving me completely breathless.

I looked down at my lower ribs to find that the blranding mark was still there, almost seemingly branded into my mind. It did not matter anymore, I must always be sorry, I must always be polite to my superiors say thank you with sir or mam, and if given the luxary of such a thing, even if I truly do not like it, I will always say “Thank you mam or sir may I please have another?”

As I was thinking to myself I was Involuntary sobbing, though completely mumbled I just could not look any longer, at the monster I had become and I quickly looked down.

I heard a small chuckle once more and my chin was propped up to look directly at the mare. “Cheer up” She said with a smile that I had never seen before in my life, that of a subject. She slapped my cheek playfully and trotted off into the darkness.

I woke up in the woods, Hyperventilating and my mind racing. I felt my mouth to find that it was open, and had not been touched. I raced to the lake, and gazed at myself in the reflection. My body had never been touched, all of the marks and pains had disappeared and at last the night was over, ending with me drenched in sorrow and despair, and with a final phrase oh so familiar yet slightly different “Thank you mam it will never happen again”