Whack your Assistant!

“So many ideas to test and an infinite amount of time to do it,” Twilight hummed to herself as time reversed around her. “Yet which one should I do next? I think skinning him alive should prove to be interesting.”

The second the spell ended, Twilight conjured a rope and tied it around Spike’s leg before pulling him into the air.

“Oww! Hey what are you doing to me?” Spike asked as he hung in the air, swinging gently.

“Research,” Twilight replied as she tied the loose end of the rope to a beam in the ceiling. “Just finding out ways on how to kill a dragon.”

Spike began to reply but knowing very well the next test would leave him screaming like a baby, Twilight flared her horn and focused her magic on his throat and silenced his voice box. Opening his mouth constantly, Spike tried to ask her why she was saying such a mean thing but he stopped when he realized his voice was gone.

“It’s better when I can’t hear you scream,” Twilight told him as she conjured two pieces of rope with heavy weights on them and tied the loose end to his wrists. “I fear if I didn’t shut you up I would go deaf.”

Spike tried his best to resist her efforts, he attempted to wiggle his hands free of the rope and though he stopped her briefly, Twilight quickly took the hand and had his body in a stretched out fashion. With him unable to move lots, Twilight safely conjured up a razor sharp bowie knife.

“You know griffons that have no claws use large knives like this to hunt?” Twilight said to Spike while her eyes inspected the flawless blade.

Spike’s heart sank and he nearly wet himself as the blade hovered in front of him.

“Most knives range from five to eight inches of steel and are sharpened to the point that even touching the blade will cut you.”

Twilight moved the blade close to her body and used her magic to raise a few strands of hair. Bringing it down on the blade, it effortlessly cut through it, letting the bit of hair fall to the floor.

“Wonder if his can cut through a dragon scale.”

Walking around his body, Twilight focused on his back and thrusted the blade into it. As the tip hit, Spike felt a surge of pain in his spine but didn’t feel the blade pierce his armor.

“Hmm, let’s try a slash.”

Twilight brought the blade up and slashed it downward. Again the blade failed to break his armor but Spike flailed wildly worried she would aim for a weak spot in his armor.

“Hmm, if a sharp bowie knife can’t cut through your scales, then what good are the princesses royal guard weapons against a dragon!?” Twilight said with an annoyed huff as she brought up the blade to his neck. “Ah, almost forgot about armor weak points. I happen to know there is one on your neck.”

Twilight wedged her blade between a small opening on his neck and quickly pulled it back, giving Spike a large gash. Spike screamed voicelessly and his eyes quickly watered up from the pain.

“Ah, perfect. I can skin your hide and see just how thick your armor is.”

Twilight brought the blade back to the bloody cut pulled back on it before moving forward to see where the armor ended and the flesh started. Spike flailed and panicked and on impulse he breathed out a stream of fire that torched a fair amount of scrolls.

“Hey! Don’t burn those, dumby!” Twilight shouted as she grabbed one with her magic and moved it away from the small fire. “You toast all of those at once and I won’t be able to bring you back to life! You’re lucky those will regenerate after I use one.”

Spike shot out another stream of fire as the blade started to rip under his skin. Hitting the bed with his flames, Twlight’s favorite blanket got burnt to a crisp in a manner of seconds. Thought Twilight was annoyed she knew everything would return to normal and continued to saw upward and sever his skin from his body.

The merciless act of torture dragged on and on until cut enough of his back and left his skin dangling only by a few mere inches of flesh at his tail. Dropping the knife, Twilight gave off an exhausted sigh as she reached up and grabbed the skin before giving it a mighty tug. As the last bits of flesh and sinew ripped and tore away, Spike screamed so loud that the spell Twilight put on his throat broke and Twilight’s ears rang with the high pitched scream of a baby dragon.

“Luna’s teats you sure are a screamer,” Twilight said with an annoyed sigh as she dropped the hide and stared at the bloody backside of her assistant. “With a scream like yours I’m surprised you weren’t born a female.”

“Let me go! You’re not acting right! Someone help me!!” Spike screamed as he used lots of his adrenaline induced pain to scream for help.

“Please stop screaming,” Twilight said calmly as she put the spell back on his throat, only much more stronger.

Crying as he felt nothing but pain, Spike wondered what he did to warrant such a punishment from the only family he ever knew. He wanted to believe that the real Twilight got switched out with a changeling and was taking it’s revenge out on others. The thought died as Twilight began to skin more of his body.

“You know dragon armor is a big thing on the Equestrian black market,” Twilight said to herself as she tried to keep her sanity by talking to her dying assistant. “I bit I could sale this hide of yours for about fifty five thousand bits easy.”

Twilight stopped talking as she heard her assistant threw up.

“Really, Spike? A few cuts and you can’t keep down your lunch?” Twilight said as she pulled the knife away and straightened it out for one last stab. “Fine, I guess I should put you out of your misery.”

Spike’s death came quick as Twilight plunged the knife through his back made it exit out of the front of his chest. Thankfully for Spike, Twilight had aimed for his heart and his body stopped flailing the second it was pierced. Dropping her magic from the knife, she left it impaled and grabbed the thickest piece of armor she cut off.

“Looks like just under an inch thick,” Twilight noted. “If a baby had this much, then the full grown most have several inches, if not even feet, on his carapace.

Conjuring up a bucket of water, Twilight washed herself down to get rid of any blood in her safety zone. Once she was clean, she grabbed her note and began to write another entry.

Death experiment 11- Skinning- victim violently reacted to his pain by frying most of the stuff he could. Though he was able to somehow survive without his skin, he would have no doubt succumbed to his fate very soon, considering he was bleeding out…

Twilight looked away and saw a large pool of blood under his hanging body.

"It's a shame I didn't use salt on him before I finished him off. Oh well, maybe another time!"

One should also note the baby dragon skin is rather thick and that the thickest part was just under an inch thick. Even with the sharpest blade known in this part of the world, it wasn’t about to cut through the skin and I had to aim for a weak spot in his armor before I could sever flesh from muscle.

“Damn,” Twilight said with another sigh as her ears still rang from his screaming. “I know a few stallions that would love to have you in their bed.”

Looking away she grabbed a time scroll and hit it.

“Time reset!”