Some Letters to Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,

I must say I must commend you on your work in apprehending that criminal. What was his name again; Dark Bloom? What a fitting name for an assassin, do you not agree my dear Princess Celestia? “Dark Bloom”, but what is blooming when there is no light for such bud to bloom? The answer is nothing, and that is exactly what he played on. Allow me to extrapolate, for I actually was able to have a conversation with him, before ever so graciously sending him right where your royal guard could find the little ball of winged scum.

We talked about his childhood, which was a horrendous, and yet strangely hilarious story that I may treat you with later, and we also talked about technique, and my dear Princess Celestia was his technique baffling in how elegant it was. He would do exactly as his name suggests, he would slip into the home or castle or whatever the case may be in the dead of night, but here is where it got strange. He claimed to go into the kitchen of wherever he was and steal one of their knives to commit his ghastly deed, but that wasn't all he took of theirs to commit his crimes, oh no that was the beginning. He would find the youngest he could, whether it was foal or an adolescent stallion or mare, it did not matter. He needed the youngest he could find; the weakest he could find. He would brainwash then hypnotize them with a strange device he called “The Stopper”, and I will get into the name in a moment. After they were nice and sedated they would go into a zombie like trance, and commit the murder. Before they regained consciousness their eyes would dilate, and would become paralyzed; awake and functional, but paralyzed. He would drag said bodies into a shed that was located in the barrios of Manehatten, and there he would keep the bodies in a confined area until they were brought into his home as slaves of either a sexual nature or as torture victims. Oh, and the mutilation. I can't forget that detail. Well actually it's not that big of a detail really. He mutilated the victims to simply remove the DNA from the zombie pony that committed the murder, so they wouldn't know exactly who was taken immediately. Also he would have DNA on the body from doing various things, so he of course had to remove it. Such a barbaric manner of doing it though, when you could simply use an alcohol and bleach solution. It sounds strange, but it works.

As for the ponies he brought back with him as slaves, well the torture and sexual torment was intense. It easily rivals that of John Wayne Gacy. You don't know who John Gacy is my dear Princess Celestia? Well, that is expected considering he is a murderer from my world, and has never set foot in yours, well at least not to my knowledge. Well in a nutshell he was a pedophile who raped and murdered thirty three young men and boys, but primarily boys under the age of seventeen. He would drive next to them in a police car, and flash a badge. After the badge was out the boys would get in, and then by morning be buried in a crawlspace underneath his house. “The Killer Clown” was his alias that others gave him. I hated him with every fiber of my being. I had one friend when I was growing up, and when I was only fourteen he was whisked away by John Gacy to a land of torture and rape. He is dead, and so is my innocence, but that is in the past. We only have the future to look forward to.

I apologize if I get tears on the parchment. I just can't stop tearing up thinking about him.

Where was I? Oh yes, torture methods. The only reason I know of his methods, is because I talked to him in his home in Manehatten, and it was quite tidy for his line of work. His blades were organized by length, and his rack was safely out of the way so no passerby could see it. He didn't have a home, but a mansion to the size of H. H. Holmes's mansion. Complete with one floor, being the top floor, built completely for torture and rape.

He actually told me specifically what he did with a specific victim, a Ms. Derpy Hooves. She was apparently misbehaving, so he strapped her down on his rack where he straps all his victims, and oh, it was a sight to behold, and anything any proper Princess would want in their dungeon, or do you ponies not practice capitol punishment and torture? Well, back on track, the rack was already stained in blood, but other than that it was in good shape. You would be strapped down with each limb being pointed up at a forty five degree angle, and spikes would be in place to inflict maximum pain, just in case the torturer wished so. The Table flipped on all Axises, so you could have the victim at any angle when working on the subject. It was brown and made from a fine wood that I can't put my finger on, and he would not reveal to me. Probably had something to do with how I had him strapped down, as I pryed this information from him, but oh well the wood type isn't important.

What is important is what he did to Ms. Derpy Hooves only but a week ago from when I got this information from him. He strapped her down, but did not set those beautiful steel spikes. He took out a knife, and made an incision through the wing cutting a large gash through the middle of her small wings, so her only escape was running, but he fixed that possibility rather quickly. He then took out some large heated iron rivets, and applied them into a holder that I may or may not have put in my bag to take with me. He proceeded to ever so slowly slide the rivets into the flesh, and then pushing much harder into the bone of Ms. Derpy Hooves hoof bones.

He claims to have grown aroused during the insertion of  the iron rivets, and proceeded to violate her sexually. He started by raping her traditionally, but then he claims to have gotten bored of her marehood, and produced the same knife that he had used to tear her wings. He inserted the knife into Ms. Derpy Hooves marehood, and well it simply turned into a bloody mess. Now my dear Princess Celestia, this is probably where it gets the most vulgar. He proceeded to drink the blood that was draining from Ms. Derpy Hooves's marehood, and then began raping her traditionally once again. He ejaculated inside her multiple times before taking a hot iron prod, and sealing the wounds inside of her, but subsequently sealing the hole leading into her marehood as well.

She apparently passed out from pain at this point, and he had no choice but to pump her full of some adrenaline. When Ms. Derpy Hooves was awake once again he took his knife, which oddly enough considering how many of other tools of torture he had, was his tool of choice.  He proceeded to mike a small incision in the side of Ms. Derpy Hooves, and it revealed her small and fragile rib cage, to which he did something quite vile to. He attached a Tesla coil, and a wire to her rib cage, and you can probably figure what happened next,sparks.

He was finished with her by this point, so he used a larger of his two blades, this one measuring to half of a short sword, and inserted it quite forcefully into her rectum, and let her bleed out.

How I got all this information you may ask my dear Princess Celestia? Well it is very simple actually. I used a technique that I had never used before; hoof burning. When a pony's foot is under the flame it's amazing what they will say. Oh the look of fear on his face as I crippled and castrated him. It was priceless. I am sorry however for sending him to your guards in such a mess; missing hooves and genitals and all.

I think I am going to play a little game with you my dear Princess Celestia. I am going to give you a letter, and for each letter you will be one step closer to finding and ending me. You could do it yourself without my hints, but that has proven unsuccessful. Your first letter is “C” by the way. Have fun.

With all due respect, the man whom obtained his vengeance.