Chapters Chapter 1: Lost in the Dark
Crystal walked through the park. The moon was shining, but no lights near the ground emitted any light. The only bright beam came from Crystal's flashlight. She liked the dark. It made her feel so... alive... so free... so strong. She had left her daughter Chrissie home with her husband, Heat Wave. She would walk a bit more, then call it a night and head home...
WHACK!!!
Crystal fell to the ground, crying out. Her flashlight fell out of her grip and rolled across the ground. Pain raced up the back of her head. Her attacker struck her again, harder. She felt blood on her fur. A rag was pressed around her nose, forcing her to breathe in the unmistakable smell of chloroform. She passed out...
Waking up, Crystal groaned. "Hmmmmmph... HMMMPH?!" Something had been placed in her mouth, muffling her words. The back of her head had been bandaged. She tried to move, but found herself tightly strapped to a slab of metal.
Who had kidnapped her, and what did they want?
Chapter 4: The Worst Kind of Pain
Nightmare Moon guided Crystal to the stocks and locked her in them. Crystal was once again gagged. She whimpered, wondering what type of pain she would feel next.
Nightmare Moon picked up a paddle and walked to Crystal. "This may sting a bit." She smacked Crystal's plot with the paddle. Crystal cried out through her gag, as a stinging sensation attacked her. Nightmare Moon smacked her again, causing Crystal to shake and struggle. After a final smack, Crystal new the skin on her flank must have been red.
Given only a second to rest, Crystal felt an even worse stinging pain. Nightmare Moon had gotten a whip and striked her backside. Crystal screamed as the pain raced up her back. She was struck again. She pulled as hard as she could, but couldn't escape. She knew that her flank had two bleeding cuts on it.
Finally, Nightmare Moon took a hot branding iron and pressed it against Crystal's flank. The poor mare screamed and kicked, unable to escape the torture. She felt the branding mark being made right on top of her cutie mark. At last, it was over. Tears fell from Crystal's eyes, begging for mercy. She had had enough.
Chapter 5: A Slave to the Night
Nightmare Moon grinned. "We're almost done, my dear." Her horn began to glow. Crystal began to panic, but then calmed. Nightmare Moon had her under a spell. She was making Crystal a supporter... a soldier... a slave. When it was over, Crystal was freed from the stocks and given a dark set of armor. She put it on and walked to Nightmare Moon.
Nightmare Moon laughed evilly. She had done it. She had turned one of the most powerful ponies into a slave. She grinned, as she watched over Ponyville, Crystal by her side.
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.
Chapter 2: Breaking the Crystal
"Ah, good. You're awake. We were afraid thou were dead." The voice was very distinct and familiar. Crystal looked straight ahead, staring into the glowing eyes of Nightmare Moon. Crystal gasped, the sound muffled by her gag.
Nightmare Moon grinned. "What's wrong? Art thou afraid of us? Thou has a good reason to be afraid..." She picked up a knife. Crystal's eyes went wide. "NMMMMMMMMPH!!!" Nightmare Moon walked closer. "Thou has a lesson to learn..." She started cutting a line down Crystal's wing.
The pain was unbearable! Crystal cried out, struggling and kicking, unable to break free. "STMMMMP!!! STMMMMMMMMP!!!" Nightmare Moon continued cutting, until she reached the end of the wing. She pulled the knife away. Crystal thought it was over. But then she felt the pain on her other wing. Once again, Crystal cried and screamed, begging for mercy. She thought the pain would never end.
Finally, the pain stopped. Crystal laid still, breathing heavily.
Chapter 3: A Shocking Place to Sit
Nightmare Moon smiled, and unstrapped Crystal from the slab,.only to immediately restrain her in the electric chair. Crystal cried out, her gag was taken off.
"Alright. We are going to ask thou some questions. If we think thou art lying, thou wilt be shocked. Does thou understand?" Nightmare Moon growled. Crystal nodded, whimpering, and looking at the chair.
"Question 1: Is thou name truly Crystal?"
"Yes, Princess, my name is truly Crystal."
Nothing happened. Nightmare Moon nodded and went on.
"Question 2: Does thou have a child? If so, how many does thou have?"
'I don't have a child."
Nightmare Moon growled, and pulled a lever. Electricity flowed through Crystal's body, making her experience massive pain. Her entire body shook and she cried out. Nightmare Moon turned off the chair, and asked again.
"Does thou have a child? If so, how many does thou have?"
"I have one child, and her name is Chrissie."
Nightmare Moon nodded and continued.
"Question 3: How old art thou?"
"I am 21 years old."
Nightmare Moon patted Crystal's head gently and went on.
"Question 4: What type of race is thou?"
"I'm just a normal Pegasus pony."
"Wrong!" Crystal was shocked again, this time was much worse. Her body shook, and she screamed in pain. Nightmare Moon turned off the chair and asked again.
"What type of race is thou?"
"I'm a siren in a pony form."
Nightmare Moon stroked Crystal's mane and continued.
"Final question: Who is thou's favorite Princess? Be honest."
"My favorite princess is truly you, Nightmare Moon, I swear.
Nightmare Moon smiled. "Good, but we're not quite done yet..." Crystal shivered. "Oh no..."
