The Cakes' Special Treats

"Pinkie, you don’t want us in the basement, but it’s been a whole day. Shocking Pink's meat is gonna spoil soon. We're going downstairs."

Pinkie’s tired brain only processed half of what the pony said. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, then looked at her prisoner. The prisoner who should be already dead.

'Oh poo.'

The mare sprang up and grabbed the knife, as well as Pinkie. She backed into the wall, holding the knife to Pinkie's throat again.

The Cakes barely finished walking down the stairs. They froze in place, not taking their eyes off the Pinkie.

She smiled, "Hiya! Don't worry about me. She can't hurt me."

The mare growled and dug the knife into Pinkie's flesh. “Don't move or else she'll die,” she let out a long tired sigh, “You two are the worst ponies in existence. You foalnapped a filly and turned her into a monster. I know what she's capable of doing. I spent all night having nothing to do but see her pictures of blood, and I had to study it closely since she threw away my glasses. You made her into the most sadistic pony in Equestria, I'm going to end her.”

“Hey Shocker, you’ve tried to kill me, and you’ve failed.”

Shocking dug the knife harder into Pinkie's throat, "Shut up."

Pinkie grinned, "Why? I mean, you don't scare me. Nothing scares me! I've been to Tartarus and back, your threats are-"

"Pinkie, stop. Listen to her. I don't want you to get hurt," Mrs. Cake said, rooted to the spot on the floor.

All traces of joy drained out of Pinkie as she growled, "Sure you don't. Except for when you foalnapped me, starved me, and... turned me into a monster. She's right. You two are the worst ponies ever. If you didn't want me getting hurt, why did you keep me alive?"

Pinkie shook her head, despite the knife cutting her skin. "Guess it doesn't matter. I can't die. The story’s still going strong," she felt her smile strain, “I’m getting annoyed, though. Hey Pink, can you hurry?"

Shocking Pink didn't answer. Pinkie sighed. She attempted to escape but stayed stuck by Shocking's iron grip, so she did something no one expected. She ducked. The knife dug into her neck and jaw. It forced Shocking to let go. She walked away with the knife stuck and poking out of her cheek.

Pinkie walked over to the Cakes. She pulled out the knife and tossed it back to Shocking Pink, who picked it back up. The Cakes looked horrified. Carrot had already run to the closet. After a second, he emerged with a first aid kit. Pinkie tried to say something but discovered her tongue was partially severed. She let it heal and moved away from the worried couple. She sat next to Shocking, who held the knife in her trembling hooves.

"I'm fine," Pinkie said. "Let me show you a magic trick."

Pinkie healed her mangled neck and jaw quickly. She reveled in the horrified looks of everypony in the room. Mrs. Cake pulled Pinkie away and forced her to sit in a chair near the torture table.

"You were just stabbed! Sit down. I don't want you to hurt yourself," Mrs. Cake said as she opened the first aid kit.

Pinkie sat up and yelled, she'd had it, "Why do you care about me being hurt now? You don't care about the other ponies, and you didn't care when you left me for 3 days or when you made me watch so many ponies beg for their lives and die. Or my obvious mental instability."

She laughed, "Unlike you, I don't care about anypony. I don't care if I'm hurt; I don't care if anypony gets hurt. We could all die, and I wouldn't care. At least I'd be in Tartarus instead of here. Going there would be a mercy," she suddenly became very somber, "But I can't. I can't die. I had my head sawed half off just a few hours ago, and I'm still here."

She walked over to the mattress and laid down. Shocking Pink stabbed Pinkie in the back multiple times, but of course, nothing happened. It seemed like Shocking had finally lost it. She was whispering 'Die' over and over. Pinkie looked at the terrified Cakes, "You guys can kill her. I don't care. I'm just bored."

They killed Shocking Pink while Pinkie silently watched. It was quick and efficient; their kills always were. They removed her cutie marks afterward, though. After the harvest and subsequent cleanup, they went into a corner to talk.

After a few minutes, Mrs. Cake came up to Pinkie and picked up the chain still attached to the wall. Pinkie eyed it causally as Mrs. Cake wrapped it around her neck.

"This is for your own good," Cupcake said.

"That's rich," said Pinkie, "You care about me only after you molded me to be your perfect little helper. I'm not scared of you two. I'm not scared of anything. Do you think this chain will stop me? I'm surrounded by weapons. I could get out of here and tell the world about how two ponies foalnapped a filly and tortured her until she finally escaped."

Cupcake shook her head, "We do care about you. Why do you think we kept you alive?"

"Because watching other ponies suffer is fun. I'm not mad at the foalnapping part. That's essentially what I do when I lock them up and kill them. What I'm mad about is that your version of 'caring' is letting me take part in the pony killing. You two are just scared of me. Don't worry, I don't care enough to try anything. It wouldn't make this story any fun."

Mrs. Cake ignored Pinkie. They removed everything from Pinkie's prison. In the end, they only left her with everything she started with. Only a toilet, mattress, lightbulb, and sink.

"You guys didn't think this through very well. Remember when I said that the reason I didn't escape was that my magic was too weak. Well, I'm very well fed now, and I'm not scared. Nothing is stopping me from pulling the entire chain from the wall. Or decapitating myself and getting out that way."

"She was right about one thing. I am the most sadistic little pony to live in Equestria. All thanks to you two!"

As soon as they left, Pinkie's smile fell. "They didn't even feed me. "