The sun rises up above the barely visible horizon to bring about another day within the world I've grown to dislike. The inhabitants that I stay with must be waking up right now along with that glorious sun of theirs. I can tell now when the sun rises because of the new addition that has been added to my underground home. A little skylight where I can see the sun rise every morning. I honestly don't mind it, but would have preferred something to cover it up with in the morning. Or at least for it to be bigger so I can try to use it as an escape route.

Light streams in through the small rectangular window above me and I simply glance up. Not to much as to where it would burn my eyes, but just a enough to simply catch a glimpse of the bright ball of fire. The big yellow orb in the sky that provides life and light to the world. It's suppose to bring warmth too, but that warmth never reaches me. Not anymore. Not down here in this cold dank place.

I let a yawn escape my mouth and smack it trying to get rid of the bad taste in it. It really is something foul. I think I've actually been getting sick since yesterday if I think about it right. I've picked up a bit of a cough since my times of returning indoors from that harsh rain yesterday. It took us both by surprise, but Twilight was very insistent on keeping me training.

I look at my hands that are no longer their peachiness that they started out as. They're now red and raw from abuse and torture. I stretch my finger in and out feeling the pain and strain that lies deep within the bone. I never would have thought she'd ever stop repairing that stupid wall.

"Of all the things I had to practice punching, a wall of bricks and cement isn't the first thing that comes to mind. At least all those potions have had some type of use for my body."

I get up and walk over to the small pile of paper on the floor. I was suppose to read them yesterday, but I didn't really have my mind set on it since it was more set on giving my hands and feet a rest. I glanced over the papers and they didn't really seem important. But knowing her she's probably going to test me on some of my knowledge on it. I might as read one or two before she decides to come down here and get me. Or get that forever present dragon of hers to come get me whenever she's too "busy" to get me herself. I'm sure that's a universal thing. Laziness I mean.

Even I have my lazy days, but those are less visible seeing as I have to be at attentive at all times or else invoke the master's whip. Which nine times out of ten is made of magic. So my lazy days are usually when I try to drown her out as much as possible and just let my body go into auto pilot. It hardly ever works, but hey. It's better than nothing. If I just let her speak my ears off, I'm sure I'd be brain dead with knowledge by now.

I crouch down and pick up the first two papers of the stack. The first one is labeled consumption. I glance down the paper and raise an eyebrow in surprise. It lists a whole lot of different names I can't pronounce as well as what they do. It describes the liquid which they contained as well as the effects they have. One that catches my interests immediately is toughened skin from a black liquid contained with in a cylinder flask? I probably drunk something like that a week ago, at least. Probably more or less if my memory is slipping.

"What are you getting at..." I muse to myself as I flip the first page over and over again glancing at the different effects these potions have been trying to get at me.

I see loyalty potions placed a few times, healing a few more times, stamina, emotions. Everything that concerns me is here. Does that mean all the other papers are too? If they are, why would she want to give me paper like this? Is she trying to earn my trust or something? Or is this another one of her tests.

I glance at the door expecting her to be watching me from it. It's not cracked and I don't here any steps coming from above. I glance back down at the first page and lay it on the ground on it's face.

The second page reads history. It lists every little thing I've talked to her about as well as everything that has been going on since my first day here. I don't know when she wrote a lot of this, but some of these things I don't really remember well. But than again, most of my time at a certain point was just nothing but black outs and waking terror and pain. I shiver as I remember her attempt at gaining bone marrow out of me. My right leg aches at the memory.

I glance down at the pile to see that the history still continues onto the third page. She probably has it up to date, so it probably goes on to several pages. Several being six or five. I don't want to read over my history. I know it for what it is, and I doubt anything written will change that. I place the two pages back on the pile and walk away from it. I glance up to see the sun is no longer within my sights. She was true to her word, I'll only get to see the sun when it rises.

The door opens and reveals the mare in question.

"Hurry on up." She says before turning around.

"You can at least shut the door behind you..." I grumble out as I climb the stairs.

Yesterday went by pretty fast if I think about it. I hardly remember much of it. I ate, trained, trained, trained, and trained while Twilight mumbled things to herself while writing stuff down. She's been more out with her emotions of late. To me at least. I'm.. I still don't know why, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with her dream two days ago. I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I'm sure enough that's a pretty safe start to assume such a thing.

I walk into the laboratory from the stairs and she waves me over to a table on the far side. Every time I walk in here I get small flash backs of everything that has happened down here. It's nothing major, just little reminders of why I hate living where I do. Sure it's small as well, but it's cozy. I just wish the place of my pain, blood, and tears wasn't up above it.

I walk to the table, after passing cleaned up machines and closing my door, and see that the tables has a few selection of food. The right has a plate of scrambled eggs, the middle has sausage, and the third is some toast? I glance at Twilight expecting her to give me some instructions, but she just simply stands there waiting. I reach a hand out and grab a piece of toast. I taste is expecting it to be laced with some type of chemical, but find it just to be made of hay.

"Blah... I keep telling you I can't digest hay!" I tell her as I toss the piece of toast back on the plate.

She just simply nods her. It's... unsettling. Very unsettling. I expected her to say or do something from my outburst, but she's just wanting me to eat? My brain doesn't understand, but I'll play her little game. For now. I take up a piece of sausage and nearly throw up as I spit it out.

"What the hell is this!" I scream as I drop the sausage on the floor.

Out of everything she had to put in my mouth, that is the most foul thing ever that I've had to put into my mouth. I don't even think that's meat! If it is, it's some cruel joke against everything that is meaty. I'm scared of the eggs. I don't even want to try to touch them. They could be some kind of algae or creature.

"I'm not trying the eggs..." I say backing away from the table.

Twilight nods her head before taking up all three plates with her magic and levitating them up to the next room upstairs. She turns her head to me and looks me up and down as a board and quill, dripping ink, floats over to her. She writes a few things down here and there and we both stand in silence. This silence is maddening. I've never known her to be so... compliant with me.

"The toast was fur, pony fur to be more exact, and the sausage was made from a combination of human as well as pony meat. The eggs you don't have to worry about. It may be in your best interest to just forget about them."

I feel my stomach and heart sink at the mention at human meat. Wait. No! Should I even feel bad about that part. Pony meat? Where the hell... did she?

"Twilight... why... where..."

I don't even know where to start. My whole mind has just shut off. That's something I would never have expected from Twilight. Sure she pulls a lot of dirty tricks and schemes, but this is an entire different level. This is feeding a creature one of its own species to see what it does. It's like some sick perverted joke.

"Why would I feed you something like that? To test your taste bud. Where did I manage to get such meat. Well, I made some trade agreement with one of the griffins yesterday before we left. I figured I might as well test this now before it was too late." She says never looking up from the board till the last word, "Obviously you don't like either."

I keep quiet to her rambling. She has a bored expression on her face as if this is all routine. No, as if she was expecting me not to like it. She just fed me pony meat and human meat as if she does it everyday. Does she? What stops her from feeding me human meat secretly without telling me. What if I've been enjoying that human meat. My eyes go wide as I back up.

"Oh god... have you be-"

"No. Today was only the first day." She says simply as she walk away from me, "Now strip down."

I don't mind her words as I stay in my state of shock. I don't know whether I should believe her right now or not. There has been sometimes where everything goes bad, but more times than not it's best that I trust in her. But that... that crosses a line I never thought anypony would ever cross. Feeding human to a human just to see what happens!? Why the hell would she ever do that! If I could, I'd end her right here and now for pulling such a stunt!

A foreign force grabs my leg and yanks it from under me. I hit the floor ass first and shake my head out of my stupor and rage. Twilight is looking at me with a very annoyed look right now. He horn glows with a probably already charged spell if I keep disobeying her.

"I said strip."

Right. I can't worry about that right now. Her time and my time will come. I just have to wait for the right moment. I get back up and start to strip away the cloth clung to my body. A simple light green and brown shirt, some faded and ripped blue pants, and some loose stripped underwear. They modeled most of my clothes off of the clothes I came here with. Though, the fashion choice for most humans here is nude and warrior wear like the ponies and the guards so. No complaints from me.

I stand there stark naked with my arms crossed. I don't really get the point of these evaluations at the end of each moth. They make no sense to me. Well, I guess I can keep up with the days like this. Figure out which month is which. It's been twenty eight days since my last evaluation so... February into... jeez it's been so long since I've seen a calendar. Let's see. January, February, March, March! There we go, March!

"What are you smiling about." She asks as she approaches me with measuring tape and big silver flask with a unknown liquid inside.

Or at least I can hope it's liquid.

"Self Achievement." I reply still smiling like a dope for remembering the month.

I'll take what ever I can get here. There's not a lot of time I get to remember stuff like this. I try to keep what I know alive by reminding myself, but a couple of months back I realized I forgot my age. All I know is my birthday for now. And that's in between September and November. Good old October. Why I like it so much is beyond me.

Twilight shakes her head at my self proclaimed self achievement and continues on with the evaluation.

"Feeling sick?" She asks as she start measuring my height.

"Yeah, but it's only because I'm sick of this place."

"Any actual sickness? Eighty-two." She says followed by the quill moving.

"Well, just a bit of a cough. I'm guessing another one of your potions. Or perhaps me being in the rain that long time." I say irritated.

"Hmm. 48." She says in acknowledgment after taking in my waist.

She moves the tape measure away from me and levitates the flask to her mouth and drinks from it. I look at her curiously and hold my tongue as she throws the flask back. She gulps it down and walks away from me. She motions me to follow with the some what square liquid holder which I immediately do. Both curious, as well as scared, and fascinated about what she may have in mind with the bottle in its emptying contents. Perhaps she's finally decided to experiment on herself instead of me now.

The walk doesn't take too long as we reach a machine designed for me to sit in. It's what I call the privacy invader. Because it invades the privacy of my mind and shows Twilight what I like, hate, and think. It's a real problem at times too whenever she gets me all riled up about me being fat or too skinny. It's her fault really. The time she figures out how to properly feed me is the day that I will give her my undying loyalty.

... I felt a cold shiver go down my spine. The thought doesn't abode well for me really. Plus she hasn't even told me how the stupid machine work. All I know is how the procedure goes for it.

She drinks from the flask again and waits for me to hurry up and sit down. She doesn't have to verbally say it, I just know from that look on her face. I promptly sit and feel metal latch over my arms and legs securing me to the seat cold metal torture machine. I say torture machine for only one reason. I clench my fist against the metal end of the arm rest and prepare for what I know will be a long time of darkness and pain. I clench my eyes close as I feel something snap into several places of my spine. The last thing I do is scream in pain as I feel electricity spread through my body as well as pain.

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"By Celestia you're so loud..." I say trying not to slur my speech together as I walk about with my drink still clutched in my magic and this human screaming from the monthly check up, "You should be used to this by now. Than again, your will has mostly fallen out with your mind."

I sit in the chair across from his and watch as he writhe in pain from the machine. He never remembers everything, but I guess he'll learn from the results this time. It all stops suddenly and he falls limp within the chair. I don't even know why I bother with speaking to him while he's like this anyway. I take another long sip from the drink and prop my head up with a hoof as I stare at him. I wonder if he's been reading the accounts I've given him? Probably not. Why would he. He doesn't even trust me...

"So. How are you feeling?"

"Sick." He responds mechanically as he sits back up in the chair.

This is the only time I can truly ever get a proper response out of him without having to deal with his attitude. I'm so happy Celestia gave me this little device as a present for such good work. It's suppose to fry the brain of ponies after they've gotten their answers, but I figured since he's not a pony he'll be fine. And so far he has been fine. The truth machine is such a fascinating device. I wish I had met the pony who had made it.

"What kind of sickness?"

"Slight leakage of mucus and small coughs."

My quill goes to work on the board. Magic makes things so much easier.

"Thought of the world as of now."

"It's a place full of slaves and masters. I do not like this place and I know it'll be the death of me one of these days. As well as you and many others."

Same old same old. He'll never quit with the free himself and kill everypony antics. I keep trying to get it through his thick skull that it'll never work, but he's a lost cause I guess. Though the thought of him actually escaping is pretty hilarious.

"What do you think about me."

"I see you as a challenge that I will have to make do with. I hate you with every fiber of my being and hope that I will one day feel the blood from your body flow down my skin as I rip away at your body for all you have put me through."

"Do you trust me."

"... Hardly."

"Of course you don't..." I take another long drink from the bottle and feel the flow stop before I even set it down.

I toss the bottle away and stare at him. He's always been such an... interesting part of my life. When he first came about, I was afraid I'd screw something up and wind up without such an interesting piece of specimen again. Soon caution was thrown to the wind when I found out how... resilient he is compared to the others. Plus his speech and life are all so much better than all the other humans in this world. He's truly a card to upset everything.

"What do you think of the humans here?"

"They're not very interactive and it seems their wills have been broken."

So he doesn't know. I guess it's better that way for now. It'll keep fueling him to keep doing his best. And I need him at his best. Man I wish I had brought two down here...

"What do you think about your life."

"It has grown easier, but it's still not acceptable."

"Under what regarshs? ... Regards?" I says shaking my head as I feel the alcohol take a part of me.

"Under regards of nourishment and living space."

"Right... always the same thinshgs... How do you feel about killing?"

"I feel as if I should kill every single pony that comes in my path. Starting with you."

"And humans?"

Silence follows the questions. It seems that one he doesn't have an answer for. In do time I suppose. Probably not, but eventually he'll come to answer. He'll have to if he wants to survive. I see the Arena as a way to see about his morality. Test his fighting skill and see how much of my labor has really paid off on him For now, he probably sees them as one of his own, but I wonder how crush he'll be if he found out they're not.

"Do yoush... Do you think that... people are like you?" I say finding it harder to bring up words with the haze that's starting to take hold.

"Yes."

"What if you're wrong?" I say rubbing the bridge of my nose.

Silence. Of course he wouldn't know what to say. Oh well. Next month he'll probably know. He'll read the report and see it and start questioning. Whether or not he comes to me is a different question all on its own. I hope he comes to me when all of my problems are over.

"What will you do when you're free."

"Fight and free the others."

Well that's new. Usually his common answer would be along the lines of run and hide or hide and live here while killing all those who come in here. I guess seeing all those humans have give him a bit of hope. I can only smile at how that would be such a folly plan.

"Good luck with that. Do you plan on killing everyone?"

"I plan on killing all the masters."

"Meaning?"

"Freeing all slaves."

I... I see. He wants to make an army of slaves than? Or is it simply just to see if he can? Thoughts for later when I'm not so... intoxicated. I stand up and pull the plugs from his body while bringing over a black bottle with neon green fluid inside.

"Open."

His maw opens and the bottle flows liquid down his throat to help heal the holes that have most likely formed in his spine and back. The restraints let go and his body falls limp and out of the chair. I never once questioned how the other humans would survive in this, but it would be a nice experiment to see one day. Unless Celestia has already done it herself. After all, it was her that gave it to me in it's already used condition.

Maybe I'll ask her one day.

I place the quill and board on the table where I had "Breakfast" for him and do my best to grasp him in my magic. Of course it proves futile as his natural magic has grown a lot stronger since his first arrival. No, I wouldn't say natural magic. It's something else. It's not quite magic, but something is radiating off of him that prevents magic from taking hold of him easily.

I shake my head as it starts to go light and fuzzy. I move away from the body and up the stairs. I'm sure he'll just wonder back down into his little hole. Or at least I can hope. I stumble a bit on one of the stairs and continue my progress as my magic latches on the door and opens it for me.

"I need another drink..." I say as images start to plague my mind again from the past two days.

Author's Note

Man... it has been a long time since I've been able to actually get back on this thing. I've been on and off with sickness and I've also been trying to get control of my life as late. But hopefully you'll enjoy what I have brought about for the table. And, if you can't tell, yes I won't be doing this day by day. Some days nothing interesting happens, others stuff do happen. Twilight and them do go on quest some days, so Twilight keeps him locked up with his own musings. Or just put him in a giant training area.