Pinkamena X

Ginger had awoken around the same time Berry did and heard all her screams. By the time Pinkamena entered her room she was already crying. The mare turned on the lights. Ginger was in a chair with her forelegs out at her sides. Each hoof was inserted into what appeared to be a compressor. Her forelegs were strapped in place. Her back legs were also strapped down with her hooves in compressors as well.

"What're you gonna do to me?!" cried Ginger.

"I'm gonna have a little fun." said the pink mare, grinning.

"Wh-what k-kind of f-fun?"

Pinkamena trotted next to the left compressor and put her hoof on the small wheel, turning it slightly. The metal compressor moved downward in the device, closing in on Ginger's hoof.

"You'll see."

"NO!" cried ginger. "PLEASE!"

Pinkamena turned the wheel some more, the metal plate getting even closer to Ginger's hoof.

"I'm sorry." said Pinkamena. "I don't listen to whining."

"Just... LET ME GO!" cried Ginger, trying to wiggle her forelegs free.

Pinkamena turned the wheel some more, the metal plate now touching Ginger's hoof.

"I'd say one or two more should do it." she said with a smirk.

"No. I'm begging you. Don't!"

"You're begging me, huh?" asked Pinkamena.

"YES!"

"Well, that changes everything."

"It... It does?" asked Ginger.

"Nope." said Pinkamena, turning the wheel.

The metal plate put a vast amount of strain on Ginger's hoof. This caused her to feel slight pain and cry harder.

"Don't." she said softly. "Don't. Don't."

"You're in no position to tell me what to do, Gingy."

Ginger hung her head and sobbed.

"LOOK AT ME!" yelled Pinkamena, turning the wheel.

There was a sickening crack as Ginger's hoof cracked. She let out a blood-curdling scream.

"AHHHH!!!" she yelled. "IT HURTS!!!"

"Good." said Pinkamena. "That means it's working."

Constant pain shot throughout Ginger's left foreleg. She was now sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's the matter, Gingy?" asked Pinkamena. "Can't take the pressure?"

"YOU CRACKED MY HOOF!" she wailed.

Pinkamena moved over to the other compressor.

"Better make that 'hooves'." she said, turning the wheel.

"NO! DON'T DO IT!" cried Ginger. "IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"

"My problem?" asked Pinkamena, turning the wheel again.

Ginger made the mistake of trying to move her hoof, sending more pain shooting through her body. Pinkamena turned the wheel even more, cracking Ginger's other hoof.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" wailed Ginger. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

"This is more fun than I thought." said Pinkamena. "I was only gonna kill Berry but then you were with her." She ran her hoof down Ginger's chest. "Consider this as... last-minute. I had to improvise."

"LET ME GO!!!! LET ME GOOOOOO!!!!"

"Go?" asked Pinkamena. "We're just getting started."

She kicked a button on the right back hoof compressor. It began moving by itself, eventually crushing the hoof. Ginger was feeling unbearable amounts of pain now. Pinkamena then kicked the other compressor. It began closing in on Ginger's left hoof.

"NO!!! NO!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she screamed as the metal plate slowly cracked her back hoof.

Now all her hooves were cracked and she was swimming in agony.

"Moving on." sang Pinkamena, placing her hoof on the left compressor wheel.

"WHAT'RE YOU--"

Pinkamena turned the wheel, applying more pressure to Ginger's cracked hoof. She let out another blood-curdling scream of agony as Pinkamena did the same to her right hoof.

"STOP!!!! STO-O-O-O-O-OP!!!! PLEASE!!!!" pleaded Ginger.

Pinkamena turned the wheel in the opposite direction, releasing the pressure. She did the same to the other one. She then kicked a switch on the floor compressors and they released pressure. Ginger let out a sigh of relief as she continued to sob.

"Oh, it's not over yet."

Ginger looked up at her. "What?"

Pinkamena undid the straps and pushed Ginger out of the chair. Instinct caused Ginger to stick out her legs so she wouldn't fall. The mare landed hard on her cracked hooves and fell over, wailing.

"AHHHH!!!" she cried.

Pinkamena stepped over her and opened the door.

"It takes about one minute to make it from this room to the stairs. I'll give you two since you're a handicap."

"WHAT?" cried Ginger.

"Get to the stairs in two minutes or I'll kill you." she explained, pulling a kitchen knife from her mane.

Ginger let out a gasp as she began crawling to the door. Every time she put her hoof down she felt pain. She whimpered and began crawling on her elbows.

"Well, you'll never make it in time if you do that." said Pinkamena.

Ginger slowly got to her back hooves, pain coursing throughout her body. She then got to her front hooves, more pain coursing throughout her body. She was sobbing the entire time as she took a step.

"AHH!!!" she cried. "IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"

"One minute left and you haven't even left the room." Pinkamena sighed. "You must want to die."

"YOU TRY WALKING WITH BROKEN HOOVES, YOU BITCH!!!" Ginger snapped.

Pinkamena kicked he in the hoof, causing her to scream in pain.

"Shut the hell up and move." She paused. "Thirty seconds."

Ginger limped forward as fast as she could. Pinkamena trotted behind her, counting the seconds in her head. Ginger stumbled towards the stairs.

"20 seconds." said Pinkamena.

Ginger tripped and let out a cry of pain as she stuck out her forelegs, landing hard on her cracked hooves. She shed some more tears and got up, continuing to the stairs.

"10 seconds."

"NO!" yelled Ginger.

She was almost at the stairs.

"5." said Pinkamena, beginning the countdown.

Ginger tried to quicken her pace but it hurt to much.

"4."

She touched the stairs and began crawling up.

"3."

"YOU SAID IF I MADE IT TO THE STAIRS!!!" Ginger cried.

"But you're still-- 2-- in the basement... 1."

Ginger sobbed as she looked at how many steps she had left. She hung her head in defeat, knowing she lost. Pinkamena grinned.

"Zero."

She grabbed Ginger's hooves and dragged her down the stairs. The mare let out cries of pain as her hooves banged against the stairs. Pinkamena continued dragging the screaming mare down the line of doors. Soon, Ginger passed out from the pain.

She later awoke, her hooves chained together above her head. She kicked around with her hind legs and felt nothing. No floor. No nothing. She let out a whimper when she realized she was hanging by her hooves. The pain suddenly returned all at once and she began wailing.

"Somepony's awake." came a familiar voice.

The lights turned on all at once. When the blurriness faded and her eyes adjusted to the light, Ginger looked down and saw she was dangling a few feet above a pit of insects. Her eyes went wide with fear.

"Insects." said Pinkamena, circling the pit. "Your deepest fear, is it not?"

Ginger whimpered, looking at the bugs and ignoring her cracked hooves. Pinkamena stopped next to a lever and reached a hoof up, placing it on the lever.

"What're you doing?" whimpered Ginger.

Pinkamena grinned. "This."

She pulled the lever and Ginger began lowering.

"NO!" she cried, squirming. "NOOO!!!"

Pinkamena hummed to herself as Ginger screamed. The pink mare flipped the lever back up, stopping Ginger directly above the pit. A beetle latched itself onto Ginger's hoof and crawled up her leg.

"NO!!! NO!!!" screamed Ginger, squirming violently. "GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF!!!!!!"

Pinkamena began whistling as the beetle crawled up to Ginger's face. The mare kept yelling and screaming. Pinkamena flipped the lever again. Ginger began lowering into the pit of bugs.

"NO!!! PLEASE!!!" she cried. "I BEG YOU!!! LET ME GO!!!!"

Pinkamena ignored her plea.

"I'd keep your mouth shut if I were you."

Ginger kept screaming as she lowered in deep. All that was showing was her head. Ginger didn't stop screaming for one second. Bad move on her part because a few of the bugs crawled into her open mouth. She coughed as she felt the bugs tickling her throat.

"I told you." said Pinkamena.

Ginger began hyperventilating from the fear. More bugs crawled over her face. A few more crawled into her mouth as she inhaled, swallowing them. More and more bugs piled into her mouth. She then began choking, finding it hard to breathe.

"How do they taste, Ginger?" asked Pinkamena.

Suddenly Ginger's breathing stopped altogether. Pinkamena grinned and left the room, heading back to her desk. She sat down in the chair and opened Berry's folder. She looked down the info sheet and stopped at the last line. It read "Cause of death". She took a pen and wrote, "Impaled". She closed the folder and opened Ginger's folder. She went to the "Cause of death" line and wrote, "Choked on insects". She set the pen down and grinned, letting out a sigh of pleasure.