Anxiety

"Open your eyes, little one."

Pinkamina's eyes sluggishly cracked open. Her eyes greeted gray stoned floor as cock roaches raided the ground.

"Lovely," the voice hissed. "Just look at those blue eyes. So dazzling."

"Where am I? And why can't I move?"

The pink pony rapidly flailed her hooves, chains clenched their mouths on the mare's captive legs.

"Lemme go! LEMME GO!!!!" Pinkamina violently shrieked like a girl terrified in a horror flick. Fruitless bucking and hollering humored the voice.

"Silly girl, your cries are futile No one can hear you but yourself and I."

A long nail slowly unveiled itself from the darkness; it brushed aside the pony's straight hair.

"What a face! It oozes with sorrow. I adore it!"

Pinkamina's face shined with rage. She lightly gritted her teeth, and spat at the faceless villain. His giggle signaled his reaction.

"I am sick of this! Who are you and why am I here?"

"So many questions indeed. Perhaps you should ask yourself that. Why are you here?"

"How am I suppose to know?" the mare stated furiously. "You brought me here."

The voice oh so enjoyed a laugh.

"Yes and no," he said. "Think about it. Dig down in your deepest memories. You can piece the puzzles together with your little noggin."

Memories.....I wish to not remember any of it.

"I refuse," Pinkamina muttered.

"Hmm?"

"You heard me! I refuse!"

"Denial is more like it," the mysterious being's nails poked Pinkamina's chin. He carefully groped the nail from his prisoner's chin down to her neck.

"There is a mare behind those bitter eyes. An impostor if you will."

Pinkie Pie.

"You're wrong," Pinkamina growled. "She is not an impostor. Pinkie is the real me."

"Is that so?"

"Quite so....I just....know it...."

Water rustled in the pony's eyes.

"I just know it...." she choked.

"Those tears of yours confirms your lies."

The mare's wet eyes popped.

"Shut up! You don't know anything!"

"You like to challenge me?" the voice pulled away his nail. The chains' mouths dropped Pinkamina. Cold pain from the floor pounded her stomach. She wobbled back on her feet, and her flat hair covered her left eye. Water stained her right eye.

"Come, my dear."

An opening door cringed Pinkamina's ears. White light shortly after blinded her eyes. Physical pain chewed out the poor girl.

"Follow the light. I will show you the truth."

Hesitance tried its hardest to pull away Pinkamina from the entrance, but her body forced her legs forward like a puppeteer dictating his creation.

I know what's real.

I'll show him.