"You're insane, but I love you for it"

I yell over the pounding machinery as I get enclosed within the crane. Nopony can hear me.
The crane drops me onto the platform in front of the dagger...but the hoof-holders remain motionless. I squirm as the dagger approaches me slowly, and then unsettlingly fast.
I open my wings and struggle to fly with the blades tapping on the platform, and the dagger is inches away from my flank.
I turn around to my side and it cuts me. I see my beige colour drain from me to grey, from my hooves to my head. I writhe in pain, screaming "I'm an employee! Somepony help!"
Pain sears through me. Maybe this is what it feels like to be a victim, having your colour taken away from you to make a majestic weather result.

The dagger cuts a wobbly circle around my cutie mark, and then it all stops.
Sharpster paused the machine, the dagger still in my flank.
I wriggle free of the dagger, screaming when it cuts me down my leg.
I hover off, wincing when I land. I thank Sharpster, but he told me I was a useless mare, and that I had the responsibility of operating the dagger myself, without getting hurt.

If a Worker was to hurt themselves, all faith would be lost. They are portrayed as strong, brave individuals, that have the knowledge to not cut themselves with the machine.

He leads me through the corridors and to my dormitory, where he collects my things and shoves it into my unyielding arms. He points the exit sign in silence, his eyes flickering in rage.