A Nightmare's Crystal

Nightmare Moon waited for her guards. She had assigned them to find a mare for her to enslave. They had left a little over 30 minutes ago.

Finally, a guard walked up to her, a look of success on his face. "We have found the perfect mare." "Excellent. What is her name?" Nightmare Moon asked, grinning. The guard replied with one word: "Crystal."

Nightmare Moon smiled. "Excellent. Thou must bring her to us immediately. Make sure she is unconscious. We shall take care of the rest." The guard nodded and flew off, searching Ponyville for his target.

Nightmare Moon walked to a metal door, locked tight. The room had been abandoned for many years. It was finally time. She unlocked the door and walked inside. A metal slab laid on the floor, multiple leather straps attached to it. An electric chair stood waiting, metal straps for the legs and chest of a pony. The headpiece was empty, but ready to channel electricity through an.unfortunate pony. A set of wooden stocks sat still, waiting for a victim to be trapped by their head and front legs. An equipment rack stood at the ready, storing branding irons, whips, paddles, and many other torture devices.

Nightmare Moon cackled. These would all come in handy.