Zecora really is a specialist in her own art, and the fact that she loves what she does is a bonus for her not for me; since I’m the one who has to pay her in full and no refunds. But her work is worth every miserable penny or in this case bits. I can only wonder why she can be like this when her own brew of tea is involved.

Moving on, I wish that I could apply what romantic novels say that one can get lost in each other eyes, but it seems impossible to get lost on those black orbs which stare at me with a lot of hate, also the constant snarl that he gives me doesn’t help much in my focus.

“You seem kinda...pissed.” Stating the obvious is always a good start.

But he didn’t like that at all, and his disgusting substance from his mouth landed on my right cheek; in other words he spat on me if you are that slow. I felt how that shit slide down across my face and it really disgusted me so without a second to lose the napkin from one of my pocket did the job flawless.

“You should stop being stubborn.” This time I kept my distance.

The response was the classical reply from his position, a hard glare sending daggers at my persona. Like that would work on me, Celestia surpass him for so much that he could not imagine it.

“We have wasted around 23 minutes in this and I’m kinda, you know, impatient.” No lie there, patience is only applied in certain thing that require it not in unnecessary things like this situation for example. (Though I'm hypocrital)

“I told you that my will is made of steel.” Nice last words you imbecile.

I love my job, and his kind make it more satisfactory for me.

“Really? You mean steel like this?” If you weren’t aware I had already prepared everything around me, however I just happened to be near to a medium size pole made of steel.
No more words were need to be said, after all by the swing which I did was hard enough to cause a crack somewhere around his jaw. However I didn’t want to end it there, from where my swing ended it returned striking him from the other side causing another crack.

This was just the beginning, and his power to suppress the agonizing pain was laughable; if he didn’t want to look weak before me then he should remain in stoi face rather a one that was scrunched in utter pain. His face went through several expression related to pain for a while until he spat to the floor, and much to my pleasure that spat contained a tooth; probably the other is still there but was not ripped completely but the mere movement must be painful.

My hands found their way to both sides of his muzzle holding him in place as I forced him to look directly at my eyes, I stared at it of course, I analysed him and how those pupils moved and the barely noticeable wrinkles around his eyes showed that he was far from broken.
“Everybody breaks sooner or later, resisting will only force me to find other means to tear your so called will of steel apart.” I hoped that my words reached his retarded brain, some of us are honest in our promises after all.

“...”

“Expected as much.”

I guess that is show time, if you weren’t aware the whole place is dark and the light is very weak just giving the enough illumination to make things noticeable, however not detailed in other words he is completely ignorant of all my stuff around that might or not be used on him IF he endures or doesn’t die for shock.

A small distance away to the right was a table with several tools which were not going to be used, for now, but the plastic gloves were necessary; I didn’t want to stain my hands after all.
Oh by the way those were custom made, just the correct measurements and a couple of visits to be sure that they fit and Ta-da!

“I will be honest with you.” Not even my deadly serious tone managed to move that attitude of his. “I don’t really care if you live or die, but if you live I will be paid a sum of money; thing that I have to spare.”

“How much is worth a life to you monster?” It wasn’t really a question, and I’m pretty sure that wasn’t his intention but another which I really didn’t want to know but I wanted to humor him.

“That depends, it can vary in a couple of hundreds of bits but you might be worth two thousands bits.” I smiled at him and attempted to pat his head, the key word being attempted; because the idiot tried to bite my fingers off every time possible so I had to appropriately respond; I hit him with the pole taking more teeth with each strike.

He only moans in pain after losing a considerable between 3 or 5 teeth, however judging by the tone of his voice he can still speak clearly enough so I decided to stop striking that place, after all there is a whole healthy body with many spots.

“As I said before I only care for the money and more the merrier, so last chance.” Honestly but honestly I was praying that his choice was the hard way, because I had already planned a whole schedule of what to do for the next hours.

“Do your worst.”

‘Jackpot.’

He didn’t have time to react, when the awareness of the situation hit him he was already on the cold floor thanks to a kick of mine directly on his chest, though it was not powerful enough to crack a rib but a bruise was going to be there that I was for sure.
The best kind of torture is the psychological one since the other method will heal and others tend to make a stupid effort to resist or pretend to be unaffected but when their sanity is at risk they lost it and fall into the pit of despair where I will be at the top to offer them a hand in exchange of something.

So for starters I only needed water and a wet cloth.

Let’s see how much steel is his will made of.

“I hope you know how to dive.”

Confusion was plastered all over his face but I was not going to appreciate that face at all because the wet cloth fell completely covering his head, I knew that behind he still was confused and didn’t try to trash around hoping that it was sent away, anyways I wasn’t going to wait any more seconds I wanted to have a bit of fun before the main event.

Then water started to pour down on him, the first seconds nothing happened but then the awaited came.

He struggled, screed or well choked screams distorted by the cloth came from him, gurgling sounds which clearly showed his desperation for fresh air; which I was denying him; speaking of obvious.

Anyways I stopped for giving him breath.

But not for ask questions.

Just to keep going until he goes mad.

Again

Again.

Again.

“I’m bored.”

How much has passed?

I don’t have a watch around and since there is no windows estimating a time was practically impossible unless I went outside which I wouldn’t do because I had a job to complete.

Oh right the asshole.

He was alive, pretty much alive.

Thought just in a bit of shock after experiencing such situation that simulated the drowning effect. Besides thanks to that he broke...just a little.
He divulged information which I quickly written down on a small notebook, but as much as I’m concerned that information was not really that helpful and his position had access to more important information than that.

Well that only means that he has strength to spare.

That was a good thing because if he would have given up there I would have been devastated. My heart would have broken to the point of insanity where it could only lead me to commit bad acts against him just out of spite.

Heh…

“That is not enough, you know much more than that.”

Silence.

“Expected as much.”

For your information I didn’t move him, he was still there laying on the wet floor and tied to the chair. And I wasn’t planning to move him any time soon, after all what I was going to do next required that position, but is was dark and I needed light or I could mess up the procedure which I really didn’t want to after all I really but really wanted to test a smal hypothesis from my mind.

So I brought a lamp and turned it on.

“There are many types of nails, thick, thins, large, tiny, circular,etc.” I just started my small speech. “Today we will witness a large but very thin nail, is so thin that it looks like a hair and is fragile if I might add.”

“If my memory serves me right, it’s called senbon.”

Judging by his facial expression he was confused and still couldn’t grasp the point of the situation, what an idiot.

“So why did I tell you this? Question with an easy answer, you will help me to...test the authenticity of a hypothesis that I made not long ago.” I brought the plate with my tools for the next phase.

“I want to test if the eye is pierced in the correct way it will not cause blindness.”

“YOU ARE INSANE!!”

“Semantics my friend, just semantics.”
After all the innovators, the progress came from INSANE people.

“I WILL TALK I WILL TALK!”

Fucking killjoy.

After that I spent a good amount of time, starting from campsites to strategic points, also the numbers of troops or what kind of weaponry they posses. But you know?
After writing I began to ponder, why Celestia wanted the information? She pretty much has the power to make everything useless, her army is far more superior to be actually affected so why she bothered?

The only answer I could come was that she wanted the less problems as possible, it was like why risk an small injury when you can avoid it, even if a small injury doesn’t affect you it still annoy you for a while.

Honestly I practically heard anything that could be considered of importance, so my job was done. It didn’t end in a bloodbath, it was quick and efficient, beside I had knowledge about him beforehand so that really helped me to create way to break his persona with rather ease.

But…

BUT!

Do you honestly believe that I would stop there?!

DO YOU?!

I had nothing to do for a long while since the incident with Luna that really fucked me up and took me like a month to set things straight once again, I got BORED!
Bored out of my mind, this was not my job anymore.

This was from my own sick personal amusement.

It was time to return to what I used to do.

“Thank you, your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

Don't worry though, he will be alive.

“WAIT!”

I was deaf by then, no words reached my ears as my focus went to the nail that slowly made its way to the exact center of the eye, or better said the center of the pupil. He was immobilized to the point he could only move his eyes or mouth nothing more, and the way how his eyes were wide in fear and it started to leak tears showed how scared he was.

3 inches.

2 INCHES

1

Contact.

And silence, deathly silence.

I love to her screams but watching their silent screams send a shiver to my spin which created more addicting adrenaline. He was screaming, he really was burning his throat but no sound came and that was exquisite.

I wasn’t going to pierce his eye quickly, oh no, it was going to take time a lot of time until I reached the end, when the tip touch the skull but the pace was very slow, maddening slow.

But as I kept going I noticed that I hadn’t hit anything important; yet. The eye still remained its color but the pupil was shrinking and growing, and the more it went the more erratic became the pattern. Anyways during the senbon was...easy, it went smoothly no resistance except for the first layer, I mean when I had to pierce the eye. And yes my other hand had been preventing his eyelid to close but it came to my surprise the strength of that muscle though, it really wanted to close.

What a mess, the asshole had been drooling all this time.

But right now that was the less of my concerns, I really wanted to reach the end though probably I could bury completely the nail if I had been in the correct position all this time, but that wasn’t really a good idea, if I reached that part I would definitely touch an artery or vein or even the optic nerve that will create a backlash and if it went further I would touch the brain.
So it was out of the question, damaging the brain could put the patient into a coma or killing him, or just messing him to the point of recovery but alive and breathing; the three options were discarded since I would not receive the extra money for those results; that state turned him practically useless in all regards.

Anyways the nail was really deep but not deep enough since nothing extreme happened, the rapid rhythm of his breaths combined with his constant leak of tears made it clear that he was still awake but since he hadn't uttered a single sound from his mouth I assumed that he was entering in the state of shock.
But since he didn’t I continued, I had like 5 more of those senbon laying around.

“Hey can you see”
No answer, duh.

I covered the untouched eye.

“Can you see?”

Only gurgling noises came from his mouth, kinda disgusting but understandable for his current situation

“Oh well screw the theories I will keep going.”
And i prepared the next one.
This time I saw how his other eye focused on my hand descending with my tool of fun, even more tear fell and when it finally pierced I saw how it rolled up to his head while he gritted his teeth, I must say that I didn’t what hurt him more, his teeth that had been broken and pretty much some of them were exposed to his eye. His brain must be overloaded with information.

This time I didn’t took my time, why you ask? Well the first impressions are important, I really destroyed him with my first strike and now he was fighting to keep his sanity, torture can destroy your mind. I knew it, I did it and experienced it at its fullest for both sides.

Another senbon.

“Oh I missed.”

Since I stopped being careful I was stabbing him wherever I felt like. And well his eye immediately turned red after I buried the senbon a few centimeters, so I touched and important part which pretty much left him blind.

“Tell me…” I pushed even more. “Can you see?” I stopped

No answer.

“I guess you want more then.”

The fourth entered smoothly.

So did the fifth.

He passed out.

He simply passed out.

What a drag.

I was hoping that he could endure for the bigger nails which were supposed to pierce all of his joints.
But I don’t feel like it anymore, when he awakes well I will be out of inspiration or energy, for now this satisfied me to an acceptable extent. Hopefully more will come to my way, after all patient people are rewarded.

But I can’t leave this idiot with a destroyed eye, it will get an infection.

So I just removed it.

It was easy, I just made my way with my fingers and pulled it out and it was even the classical pop sound. Then I grabbed my scissors and cut the connection with rather ease, though I will send him to an expert after this I wasn’t an specialist in these specifically part, but hey...there is magic so problem solved.

I will simply cauterize the wound and reduce the damage as much as possible.

He will be fine, besides I think that Celestia might give him a prosthetic as a reward for his cooperation.

Oh well is time to conclude the scene.

I simply stood up and went to the hand wash where I cleaned my hand very thoroughly with soap and water, the a clean and aromatic towel aftermath. I removed my coat and threw it to the basket of dirty coats.

Then I went to the mirror where I started to cheek my teeth if there was something that shouldn’t be and since there was nothing I grabbed my toothbrush and began with the cleaning leaving me a fresh breath with the flavor of mint.

Then I left.

Through the door.

Leaving the bastard behind surrounded by darkness.

I said this was efficient and effective.

Sometimes is not necessary to create a mess to get answers just to push the correct buttons.

Don't you agree?

Author's Note

WAT'S DIS?!

My only excuse is that I was lost in Fanfiction,

Moving on.....

Honestly I was thinking into going though beatings, then cut, stabs, mutilation, skinning, burning. But no
This was quick but pretty effective, I wonder how many of you could actually endure the first part, feeling like you are drowining.