Rainbow Heart 2

The moon was out in the dark sky reflecting its light below. It was now midnight. I felt refreshed seeing my mate. It reminded me why I was doing this. I was in an abandoned house near Ponyville.

The pony in front of me was a female pegasus. Her name was Taco Salad. She had a purple body with pink mane, tail, and eyes. Her cutie mark is a Taco Salad.

Taco Salad began to move around a little. She would be up soon.

My barbed wire was entangled in her wings, but loosely. The main area that was wrapped was her rear hoofs that kept her stationary. In front of her was my iconic rug and behind her was the entrance door to the house, her exit.

Taco Salad woke up and slowly got up confused, quickly realizing her rear hoofs were bound in painful wire.

“Who did this to me?” She asked.

I walked forward towards her, saying, “I did it.”

Taco Salad noticed me.

I continued, “I know the past, the present, and the future. When it comes to you Taco Salad, I know everything. You are an addict. You smoke, drink, and do every illegal drug in the underground marketplace. Not only do you fly under the influence of these intoxicants, which has harmed other ponies, you lie, steal, and cheat to pay for your addictions, taking advantage of other ponies. You are an evil pony. You need to learn how to become a good pony. It means that you have to suffer the consequences from your actions and that your punishment should reflect the wrongdoings you have done.”

“Please, give me a second chance. I can change. I promise.” Taco Salad begged.

“You must face justice.” I exclaimed.

I walked over to her nearest bound rear hoof with my knife levitating. Taco Salad tried to get away from me, but could not move very far. She flapped her wings to try and fly away but only got pain and gushing blood instead. I grabbed her hoof with mine and using my magic sawed it with the knife. She screamed in fear and pain. I did not stop until it was completely off. The limp limb fell to the floor.

I dropped the knife in front of her and walked around to the other side of my rug. The slack in the line allowed her to move her front hoof. She figured out what needed to be done.

Taco Salad took the knife and hesitantly, but eventually after a great deal of time started by slowly cutting herself and then slowly increased in speed until she was vigorously sawing through her own hoof. It was severed and she was released.

In a fit of revenge, she crawled at me with hostile intent still armed with the knife but completely unaware of the trap. Upon stepping on the rug it activated another more highly mechanized trap. My devices were definitely getting more complicated, complex, and sophisticated. There were more gears being involved too. It was a mix match of parts, some were old some were new, but they still worked together. The sound of gears grinding caused her to stand up the best that she could.

A mechanism sprouted up through the floor at chest level with a syringe and needle device designed to stab her in the heart and drain her dry, which it did. It sucked her blood from her body and into a tube. She shrieked when the needle penetrated her heart but she did not last long, being impaled on the needle and having her blood pumped out of her body by her own heart.

None of these evil and deceptive ponies were willing to change. None of them. Oh well. I picked up my rug and knife and was off to my next appointment.