Chapters I woke up, sitting on a chair in a dark room. My head was pounding, like I had been struck with a blunt object. The faint sound of water droplets could be heard. Drip drip drip… It went on ever so slowly, driving me insane. My hair seemed to be pulled back, my hands secured behind me. I could feel a warm sensation on my forehead. “Blood?” I thought to myself. I looked around, but the lack of light prevented me from seeing.
“Where am I?” I asked aloud, the only reply was the echo from my voice. Suddenly, footsteps. A door opened, and a shadowy figure entered.
“Finally.” Came a low, menacing voice. “I finally got what I came here for. You my dear, are mine.” I shuddered.
“W-who are you?” I asked with a raspy voice.
“That’s not important.” Came the reply. The voice almost sounded… Electronic. Almost as if it were computerized, or masked. I squirmed in the chair, but the slight movement made my head and body sore. It was a nightmare.
I tried to move my feet as the figure came closer. They had been secured as well. I coughed, my head pounded even more.
“Ugh… My head…” I complained. The figure moved closer. It wasn’t human. It was far from human. I squinted my eyes. A blue animal of equine variety moved up. The animal cleared its throat.
“We usually kill humans on site, but you got lucky. I am Luna, and I paid for your life.” It said. I figured it was a female.
“W-what are you? Who are you?” I asked. The animal moved closer. Its voice had changed to a sweeter, more normal tone.
“I am Luna. I am the ruler of the moon, and I oversee nights in Equestria. I am a pony.” She said, answering every question I had. I winced in pain.
“A pony?” was the only thing that came to my mind, nevermind the fact that I was tied to a fucking chair with a splitting headache and a bloody nose.
“Indeed. I paid a good deal of bits for you, and I expect you to co-operate.” She had replied. “Let us start with a name.” she said coldly, flicking on a light. It blinded me for a moment.
“Umm... I’m—” I stuttered. She moved closer, clearly aggravated with my slow reply.
“You shall speak quickly, or we shall punish you.” Came the blunt reply.
“Jamie. M-my name is Jamie!” I blurted out, already fearing for my life.
“Very good. Now, tell us, Jamie. Do you know where you are?”
I took a look around. It was like a dungeon. “A dungeon? Maybe someone’s basement?” I choked out, getting a nod from her.
“Indeed. You are in the torture chambers in the lower part of the castle. This is your new home.” She pointed a hoof to a corner where a crude bed with shackles lay, mockingly.
“You will be staying here until we are done with you.” I gulped. She came closer to me and gave me a sniff, then stood back.
“You put up quite a fight.” She said, less than amused. “We didn’t appreciate having to fight back, and we apologize for having to knock you out, but we had no other choice” She said, looking me deep in the eyes. “Do you remember anything?” I blinked a few times and shook my head.
“No. I don’t.” came my shaky reply. A small smirk came across her face.
“Good. We might have blanked your memory. We can undo your binds if you wish, but any silly business and you will be wearing a shock collar and be back in the chair.” She giggled, the smirk growing bigger. I nodded my head. Her horn lit up, and the binds fell off. I carefully stood up and stretched. She took a few steps back, her horn emitting a low glow.
“Careful.” She warned. A hoof pointed to a bucket of water and a rag, beside it, a fresh pair of undergarments, a black t-shirt and black sweats. On top was a collar.
She continued to point until I moved over to the items. “Clean yourself up, and get changed. Then We will feed you.” She said, sitting down. Thank god. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in days. I looked to her.
“Can I have some privacy?” I asked her, only to see her head shake.
“We do not trust you yet.” came the reply.
I went red in the face, as I undressed. The water was warm, and felt nice on my skin. After I was done cleaning off, I changed into the clothing provided. The collar had a design on it, that matched a tattoo-like mark on her flanks.
‘I’m a slave. I’m her property…’ was all I could think. I did not know what to make of it. A feeling of dread had washed over me. I had no idea what was going to come of this, and quite frankly, I was scared. All I could do was hope I wouldn’t end up dead. I looked in the water. My reflection showed a gash on my forehead and some bruising. I seemed to have been hit, which would explain the headache and the blood. I took to the collar. It glowed slightly. Placing it around my neck, it tightened by itself, as if by magic. It was snug. I tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't budge.
"Don't try to pull it off." Came her voice. "It is sealed by magic. Only myself or another pony can take it off. If you disobey me, it will shock you. Think of it as a… training collar for dogs." she smiled. I swallowed hard once again. I took a look in the water's reflection once again. It looked… nice, surprisingly. I looked to her.
"Yes ma'am." really, it was all I was able to say. I had so many questions, but dared not ask yet. I was terrified of what would happen if I asked too many questions.
Author's Note
First time writing. I find it hard to get the time to write, being in the military and all, I try to keep my fics away from prying eyes.
Please be gentle with the comments, I'm sure I'll improve as I go along.
Human is a female.
I apologize for any confusion it may have caused.
I was scared, and confused. The room was dark and cold. Luna stood there, watching me.
"W-what am I supposed to do in here?" I asked her, my voice shaky. I was nervous. Her gaze pierced into my soul, as if she were looking into it. My question was met by silence, then her gaze broke.
"If you behave..." She started. "IF you behave, we will not keep you restrained. You will be given things to do, and will be fed 3 times a day. But should you disobey us, or do something we do not approve, you will not only get shocked, but we shall then restrain you to the bed." she said with an authoritative voice.
"I... I just want to go home..." came my weak reply. A tear fell from my eye. She moved closer and gave me a small nuzzle to my arm, as if to comfort me.
"Do not cry, human. Although you may never leave, if you promise to be good, we will treat you well. That is all you need to worry about." She repeated herself, to make sure I understood. But in the back of my mind, an escape plan had already been hatched.
"May I ask a question about this collar?" I asked her, as I wiped my face.
"You may." came her reply.
"Will I only get shocked if I disobey you?" I asked, trying not to sound too obvious. Part of the plan for escape.
"That is correct. But if you disobey any of my guards, they have been given permission to restrain you." Her eyes bore into me once more, as if she had a hunch.
I fought to hold back a smile. It was perfect. My hopes went up a little at her reply. I gave her a weak smile, and sat back down on the chair. Her horn suddenly lit up. I flinched.
"Calm yourself. We are simply going to heal the gash on your head." she reassured me. Sure enough, I felt a tingling sensation on my forehead. I brought a hand up to feel it. The gash was gone, but it was still a tad tender.
"Thank you.." I smiled.
She gave me a small smile and turned to walk out the door. She paused suddenly, and turned to look at me.
"We will now leave and lock your door. Any attempt to escape will be met with harsh punishment." she growled. I froze up. Was she aware of my plan? I'd hope not.
I nodded my head, and she left me alone in the room. As the door closed, I hear the familiar sound of a key clunking in the door. I looked around. There was nothing much, although my iPod sat on the bed. I moved over to it, and picked it up. It was fully charged, and surprisingly, there wasn't a single scratch, despite the 'fight' that I had apparently put up.
Placing the ear buds into each year, I laid out on the crude bed. It was surprisingly comfortable, and smelled like lavender. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep to the sound of some soothing music. After everything that had just happened, I needed to settle my mind, and rest.
A couple of hours had passed. I was suddenly woken up by the door closing, and the key locking it. I shot up quickly, and looked around. A tray with food sat on the floor by the door. It was still nice and warm.
I went to pick up the tray, and brought it back to the bed where I sat down to eat. There were no utensils, probably because they didn't trust me yet. They tray had a plate with a half loaf of fresh bread that was still warm, some warm carrots with butter, and a cup of water.
I finished up the tray and placed it back at the door. The familiar sound of the key unlocking the door could be heard. I took a few steps back, and 2 white stallions in gold armor trotted in.
"On the bed, now." came a gruff demand from the stallion on the left. He had a scar below his eye, and looked pretty scary. He had his hoof pointed to the bed.
"W-why? I didn't do anything wrong!" I shot back. The stallion on the right moved forward and growled.
"You will do as you are told, or we will restrain you!" he shot back, moving closer and closer to me. I looked to the open door, then to the 2 stallions. They didn't have wings like Luna, nor did they have a horn. I saw my chance.
They both began to advance towards me, to try and push me towards the bed. I moved back, waiting for the gap between them to get a bit bigger so I could run past without being caught. After a few seconds, my patience paid off.
Flashing them both a smile, I bolted between them, towards the door, and started to run as fast as I could, hearing them screaming and running behind me. The sound of their hooves echoed through the halls.
I turned a quick corner, and suddenly, I felt a jolt. I hit the ground hard, and groaned. Rolling onto my back, I looked up, and for a brief moment, I saw her. Luna. Her horn was lit, and her face showed her displeasure.
"Couldn't resist trying to escape, could you? We shall uphold our promise." she grinned. Her horn glowed brighter, and another jolt hit me. I let out a scream and blacked out.
I was toast.
Author's Note
It's been a year since I've touched this. I really hope you all like my story so far. Please feel free to give constructive criticism. This, being my first story, is essentially practice for something better down the road.
Author's Note
I figured I'd take a step back, and give a back story on my main character, to give the audience a feel for who she was. I'll be getting back into the main story right after this.
Step Back
I was your typical Canadian female. Well dressed, polite, and not quite religious. I grew up in the the suburbs of Toronto with my mother, my father having passed away before I was born. It got tough, not having a father around for guidance, but i relied heavily on my uncle, who was really close and would stop by every week to make sure mom was okay. She worked 2 jobs to make ends meet, the work load taking a toll on her health.
I remember my first job, working at a fast food place downtown. People would come and go, not all that polite. Rude, impatient.... You name it. It was a thankless job, going home each night smelling like a french fry. My social life wasn't all that great. I woke up, showered, went to work, and came home, occasionally going out on the odd Friday for a drink with old school friends. I wasn't big on get togethers, instead, I'd op to stay home, read a book, browse the net, or just help out with chores around the house.
Popularity wasn't on my side. I kept to myself in school. Sure the jocks would hit on me. I was 5'8" with hazel eyes and brown hair, and fit. But most of them just seemed to want to try getting into my pants. Never once, did I have a serious relationship. What can I say? I didn't want to be tied down.
I cannot remember how I went from being in Toronto to some "Magical Land" filled with talking horses, but I know what I was doing that night.
It had been a long day at work, so many customers had come through. I had been busting my butt off all day to make these miserable people happy, and come the end of my shift, I was exhausted. I found a long walk had always helped to clear my mind.
It was five pm. Dinner for most Torontonians. I had decided to run home, change into some comfy clothes and go for a nice long stroll through the wooded area just outside of the downtown core. I always brought a bottle of water and my iPod, so I could get my mind off the stresses of the day.
I started my walk around 5:30pm, making my way down the path in the woods just outside of my home. Normally the path was full of cyclists, rollerbladers, and dog walkers, but tonight seemed off. As soon as I stepped off, the sun was swallowed by clouds. Not rain clouds, just eerie looking ones that seemed to have come out of no where.
The path was completely empty, not a soul in sight, the trees looming overhead, as if silently watching me.
