Author's Note
Hi guys, before you start reading this I would like to let you know that this is a side project that I decided to work on, though it will not be something that I shall work on vigorously, nor shall I truly attempt to create chapters of the same size as my other stories. I shall write chapters of this as the demand comes in or as the mood hits me, any other time I spend writing will likely be spent on my other story "Accidental Warriors". The only reason that I even chose to create this was the idea of what I could do with a story that focused on an aspect of story writing that I greatly enjoyed, suffering. So be sure to comment what you think, and if you want, suggest who should be tortured next 
, see you all next time and I'll focus more on editing these chapters based on the reception they get.
The first page
Day 1
As I have told the princess, from this day forth I shall be keeping a journal detailing the methods of torture with which I shall conduct my interrogations. The following passages shall be for the review of only myself and the Princess who has put me to the task.
For the first of what is assuredly to be a long list of my victims, I was beset to get answers from a young unicorn stallion who still held onto his misguided faith in Nightmare Moon once again returning, even after Princess Luna had already been cleansed through the use of the Elements of Harmony. "Hello, I hope this won't take to long, I'm missing lunch because of you," I spoke mildly as I walked past him, taking in his features. He had a striking red coat of fur with hair of the darkest black, as per the request of the Princess he was in rags so that I may get to his flesh with greater ease, he had a magic nullifying ring set in place upon his horn and his muzzle was taped shut, leaving him to only glare at me with defiant emerald green eyes. Turning my eyes to the table that held all of my devices I began to choose what I would use on this life changing day. Deciding upon what method of torture I would ues I grabbed a dagger with a blade of 12 inches, an improvised blow torch (enchanted to only burn damaged flesh in the effort of cauterizing a wound) and a roll of bandages. Walking back to my victim I placed my chosen items on a nearby stool and ripped the tape that held back his words. "you have one chance to play nice and answer the questions you are asked, or else you will not get another chance until I am done with you," I said, laying before him my ultimatum.
"Do your worst, I will not betray the glorious visage that is Nightmare Moon, my goddess will return, and when she does, she will wipe you non-believers From The Face Of EQUESTRIA! AND THEN SHE WILL *MRPGH*MMPH**MURMPH*," I cut off his little rant by shoving a proper gag in his mouth, making sure that it would hold before grabbing my dagger. Bringing it over I tested its edge with a quick cut to the stallions arm, getting a wince, before I then tested its tip by slowly sinking the cold steel into his the back of his bound right hand. At the same slow pace I pulled the dagger back out before repeating the process several more times on the same hand, as I set the bloodied knife down and grabbed the blow torch the stallions eyes were shut as tears streamed from them. Lightning the torch with my personal lighter and setting it to a low setting I began burning the damaged flesh of the stallion to stop his bleeding, causing him to start screaming as he felt his flesh being slowly burnt together. Stopping before the wounds were fully cauterized I set the blowtorch down and began bandaging the hand before grabbing the dagger and repeating the process on the same arm, slowly moving up the arm as I stabbed anywhere that did not hold a major artery. six hours passed before I finished with both his arms.
During the process I had had to use a nearby bottle of smelling salt to reawaken my victim as he passed out several times from the pain. Wiping the blood from my dagger on the stallions rags I brought my items back over to the table and laid them back as they once were. After I was sure that they were all in place I moved back to stand before the frightened stallion before saying, "I shall now take my leave, but should you still refuse to reveal the information you have continued to withhold until now, then we shall meet again in this vile chamber, and my actions on that day shall make my visage now seem like that of the most kind and generous angel looking upon you, for my likeness shall only be comparable to the most despicable of demons". Not bothering to see his response I left, though in the split moment I could see him as I turned around I could see tears streaming down from his wide, frightened eyes. Those eyes that at first had held a fierce determination to deny my will now looked fragile and weak, as though he was no longer capable of denying the will of another.
I quickly walked back to my room, ignoring all who attempted to speak with me as I finally reached my sanctuary and entered, slamming the door shut I bolted to my bathroom and proceeded to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.
As a young child I had always held a fascination for the ways one could be violently twisted to anthers will through the art of torture, but had never actually committed the foul act before that day as it had always been a fascination and not something that I had wanted to truly go through with. My mind spun as I tried to justify what I did, as I tried to alleviate the horror I felt for what I done, but no matter what I tried to think of my thoughts were pulled back to the broken look in the stallions frightened eyes as I left. For hours I sat against the wall of my bathroom and let tears fall freely from my face as images of the stallion getting cut and stabbed repeatedly haunted my mind, each one making me feel even more sick to my stomach as I focused on those heinous acts that I had committed, such a sin that would forever stain my soul the darkest of blacks, and the blood coating my hands that could never be washed away enough to ever allow myself to feel truly clean again even if I were to burn the limbs to ash.
*knock**knock**knock*
With a set of three knocks I was taken out of my self loathing and forced my self to hurry and answer my door as I wiped my eyes and attempted to compose myself. Answering the door I was met with the captain of the guards, the very one who had personally brought me before the Princess when I had first arrived in this strange land, Captain Shining Armor. His calm demeanor greatly contrasted the nasty glare that he met me with, his posture also an obvious attempt to intimidate me even as he stood even with my chest, his horn reaching only to the bottom of my neck even as I stood slightly slouched. "The Princess has requested your presence in the royal dinning room," The captain informed. Turning around I looked out one my rooms windows and realized that the sun no longer dominated the sky, and in its place was the moon, surrounded by its blanket of stars.
"I shall make my way there as soon as I am done changing," I responded. The captain gave a nod, allowing me to shut my door as I began to change with a sigh. At the dinner I was asked to give a report of my "session" with the victim and was given a meal, which upon finishing I quickly excused myself and made haste towards my own room where I then slept, deciding to write the days events the next morning, a morning that I had foolishly hoped would come with the lessening of guilt that I felt.
