Author's Note

Holy sh*t what the f*ck is this?!!!

Meh....

Gotta say that writing is hard, and after I started to write I can understand why authors takes a lot off time to update.

But I was occupied with other stories too and well other one-shots that I had been skecthing and revising also I had been doin some editing fro friend so yeah it was a long time.

And university sometimes is really getting me on my nerves.
Also I startedto read in Fanfiction, but not Mlp stuff nah I read very good stories ther of other things.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this chap

Hopefuly it will be worth the weight.

-Lufe out!

Quick edit: WTF 300 more view and I will hit a millstone?! keep reading guys!!

Last Meal

Perhaps it wasn’t time for a small bite yet or maybe it was already too late for that kind of thing but at the end it didn’t really matter, just enjoying, tasting letting your tongue to savor your food at its fullest was enough excuse to eat at any hour you wanted.
I’m saying this because I kinda forgot the flow of time, why you may ask, well my workshop has no windows or openings except for the vents where the air can go in and out; but with that I wasn’t able to see the position of the sun. I could have just walked to the entrance and watch it for myself but I wasn’t able to do that because I was waiting for my guest to wake up.

It was a great relief that he was just put under a spell to sleep because if he would have been knocked out then the aftermath wouldn’t have been...very nice for me.

What I’m trying to explain is that when you are knocked out you will not be at your fullest the moment you wake up, perhaps you saw movies about how the protagonist is incapacitated and dragged to another place where he or she wakes u and everything goes like nothing happened; but that is a lie of the movie industry. It very much depends on where you were hit.
Maybe just maybe you can wake up with no repercussion but the safe thing to say is that your head will hurt more than a hangover and you will throw up and your senses are totally distorted.

Trust me, I went to the University.

A you can see I can easily get off topic, but at least it was very informative, wasn’t it?

Anyways, I had been waiting for him to wake up but it was a very well invested time waiting for him because in that time I set up the table in the most elegant way possible that I knew. Rarity’s advices sometimes are rather useful; sometimes.

And one of those advices were about the proper tools, you know. I mean the fork, the knife and the spoon.

But nowadays the knife for me is on a whole different perspective, how delicately hold it to bring it forward to meet with the flesh of the lucky one; the way of how it moves around leaving a nice trail of red which later will start to flow with the substance of life; or to put it bluntly the blood. There were days that I got so captivated in the beauty of the knife that I...created art.

Ugh.

I really hate this problem.

But surely I didn’t have any hard feelings for the nice and big steak that was on my plate accompanied with white rice and some steamed potato. Seriously this is hard to even think something bad.

No sound was made when I cut the first slice, it was perfectly done that one. And also the meat was in perfect conditions since there was no resistance from it; probably the owner of this delicious treat was from a high rank, what a shame. From a high place to a porcelain plate where I can eat with gusto.

Juicy and a bit spicy.

Tender.

Fresh.

An with a small touch of pepper.

When I’m done with this one I will definitely mark that stock as S class, that kind of meat is special and must not be wasted. Must be preserved for important occasions.

And what is better to accompany this delectable treat with?

A glass of fine wine

Everything just mixed so well, at taking a sip from my glass the taste f the meat didn’t vanish at all. It was there, however my tongue felt funny at the touch of the alcohol and combined with the pepper just made it all the better.

I needed a moment for myself.

So many things inside my head, and with a sigh of pure satisfaction made me forget about them for a while.

I need another moment for myself.

This is…

This is the highlife.

(Or at least a good replacement for it, even if it is temporary; who cares anyways? Not me of course)

And an annoying sound from afar had to FUCK UP my environment as fucking always that they can even FUCKING understand the FUCKING beauty of this FUCKING moment?!!!

Too many fucks given?

Or no fucks given to your opinion?

Well, no well honestly; the responsible of the biggest FUCK UP was my new guest. A general from the deer army recently captured by the Solar Knights on a raid to a principal camp. And my mission was to get all the information possible from him; numbers, weapons, tactics, important points, resources, lines of supply...you get the point, don’t you?

“My dear, you haven’t touched your food.” There was no pun intended on that last line I swear; with crossed fingers mind you.

The look that he gave to me, showed the sarcasm so clear as the water. “Perhaps, because I’m tied up?”

“Oh, I forgot.” There was nothing more to say but to only act accordingly for what I had in mind.

He didn’t reply with words but with facial expression as I started to untie him releasing him of his temporal prison so he could eat without further problem. After all I really put a lot of effort in making this meal, and my effort must be appraised.

The face that he was giving was priceless!

If I didn’t know better maybe I could have exploded in laughter right there, because the sheer shock that I caused on him practically made his jaw hanging in the open yelling at the flies to invade his mouth.

Though it didn’t last long.

Shame.

Really.

He just pushed me away, and fell to the floor on my rear which didn’t hurt but still annoyed me. I didn’t like to be pushed around like a ragdoll, though my actions ask for them indirectly. but still I didn’t do anything bad...yet.

By your information the door was close to us, it was even open for god’s sake; but at the same it wasn’t.

My ears were graced with constant attempts of futile struggle for life and freedom, the two things that my workplace lack of when somebody come here as supply. I don’t care anymore, the moment you come here as supply you are only that, supplies that need to be distributed accordingly.

Slaughterhouse also work, and you know what comes after an animal pass the entrance.

Delicious meat ensures.

Shame really.

I wanted the money, not like I needed anyways; but greed is a good thing.

So I should get back to work.

“Is considered a sign of bad education if you leave the table without touching the food or at least saying the magic words.” And by that moment I was on my seat once again enjoying the perfect taste of the wine.

Nothing changed around us, he still was hostile while I was very carefree with him, I really didn’t take him seriously despite being perfectly aware that he could beat me or kill me, the latter is not much of a possibility.

“I know that look, and trust me. I am as much of a prisoner as you are.” Even telling him the truth(partial truth) didn’t stop him in the slightest as he approached to me with full intention to bring harm upon me.

Honestly speaking, after surviving the twisted mind of the princes of what she call punishment I hardly believe that his means to get the information out of me could even compare.

My friend a mere punch on the facet is hardly compared to be opened and skinned alive.

“I don’t believe you.” Of you wouldn’t you fucking twat.

The act was still needed though. “You should, after all this is a VIP prison and I’m your new cellmate.” What a douchebag, his dirty hooves stained the collar of my white coat.

“The key.” The classical shit, speak or get beaten up.

Fuck you.

“Hey dude, chill. You are starting to scare me.” Faking all day will get me somewhere, but I really wanted him away from my face the smell that he emanated showed that he hasn't bathed in days, maybe weeks!

MY GOD!

Anyway, getting at least a less hostile stance was proving to be difficult if things didn’t go in my favour then I would have recurred to Plan B. But after a small session of staring at each other eyes he finally left me with.

“Show me.”

“What?”
“Show me that you are indeed a prisoner.” And he signaled the door which he couldn't pass.”

Not what I expected but easily adapted and used to my advantage.

“I have benefits for good behaviour so I can pass it without problems.” I had to leave the comfort of my seat again, the silence on the room allowed my calm steps to be heard across the room until I passed the door connecting to the next room.

“Good behaviour you say?”

“Yeah, you know; play by the rules and do your homework.” If he could only laugh at my jokes it would be more easy to persuade him to trust me or at least believe me. “Oh by the way the food is not poisoned if you think so.”

Moving your head slightly to one side really didn’t help you to remark a point but it helps you imply your intentions.

“If they wanted you dead, you would have been killed right there rather than bring you here; trust a fellow prisoner.”

That didn’t ease the glare that was trying to pierce my borries but it had the desired results because he started to which I worked so hard to prepare.

The first bite was with hesitation but the moment I saw him swallow the first bite he almost shoved his entire face on the plate as he devoured the whole thing. I think his mind said to fuck with manners!

That didn’t lessened the fact that I found it very disgusting, it really disgusted me see somebody to eat like a pig in front of me; I really deserved an apology from his part.

Shame it never came.

“It had been a while since I had a decent plate of food.” He didn’t use the napkin which i placed there so he could clean his mouth.

I didn’t bother to look at him as i savoured another piece of my food. “I can imagine.” At least that is the only thing which is leaving me a good taste in my mouth.

“Anyways, I pity you.” That caught his attention, yet he didn’t want to be s obvious about it.

“I heard some guards saying that they will get information from you.”

“They can try but my will is made of steel!” Such devotion and confidence!

How long t will take to break him? I can’t barely hold my excitement and trying to look polite is making it so difficult, such a poor innocent stupid soul.

At end I just laughed at his remark, it was rude but at the same time it wasn’t hostile.

“Is it really worth all the pain and agony that you will go through?” Even I had been laughing moment before, I was able to pull the concerned person, like I was trying to show him that I really care for his well being.

“I…” Interesting, he is hesitating that means that it will be more easier. “I must do it for my nation and my fellow deers.” Lowering his head is really making it difficult to believe that, is more I can said that he is forcing him to believe that.

“Very well, that is your decision and only yours.” Another bite went to mouth and my teeth started to chew in an instant filling my mouth with pleasure.

It was a nice environment the both of us eating in silence as we enjoyed our meals; i was already halfway of the steak and for him, he was on his third plate though he finally calmed down and ate more calmly rather than a fucking pig.

“What are you eating, if I may ask?”

“Meat.” There is no reason to lie after all.

And just like any other herbivore, the blank stare that he gave me was enough to tell me many things.

“Right...fear the meat eater because he will eat you.” It was annoying really, but then you get accustomed to it but I wanted to make him believe that I was comfortable with the subject.

“No, I apologize; it just that I had never met a carnivore before.”

“And the gryphons?”

“I heard but never seen.”

Not my problem, but it saves me the explanation though.

It took a long while but both of us left the table empty and depleted all the wine that I had placed, two bottles. Full stomach means happy heart, sharing a dinner(not really) with somebody who doesn’t want to kill you on the spot is quite refreshing, but don’t get me wrong I ate before with one of the girls but is different with a stranger who you can say that aren’t enemies just acquaintances; also each one of them had certain problem that annoys me; Fluttershy is really shy to point that it drives me mad; Rarity is very a big mouth and loves gossips, Twilight reads but other than that I don’t really mind, Rainbow is just an arrogant who only talk about herself and boast, Applejack is quite picky with the food and I don’t stand Pinkie at all.

“What a nice moment.”

“Indeed.”

The I lost it.

I laughed and laughed and laugh to my heart's content.

I didn’t care if he looked at me as a crazy bastard because everything was already done and nothing could change that; it was matter of waiting.

“What is so funny?” He clearly showed his annoyance toward my last deed.

Clearing my throat I revealed him the joke that made me lost my calm posture.”Did you know, that the nation where the zebras live is very well known for the alchemy? They are so skilled in that part that they can create custom potions to match the preference of each client? Even the time before it actually takes effect.” I just leaned close to him with my eyes wide as I showed my white teeth though a grin.”Isn’t that fucking hilarious?”

He stepped back, his eyes showed that the joke wasn't funny at all it worried him a lot, his breaths quickened and his eyes moved frantically.

“Tell me, are you satisfied with your meal?”

His legs were the first to gave in to the drugs.

“I can’t believe that is so easy to manipulate somebody with sweet words and half-truths.” Then his body followed, which endlessly tried to fight back in vain.

“I’m Elijah Collins, your personal interrogator.” I chivalrously bowed to his weakened form. “Before we start I ask you one last thing.”

“Don’t die.”