A deep cut that caused her to wail as the blade went in and violated her more. Another one and she felt her brain shock her consciousness to the point where she could not hold back the will to scream. Princess Luna, her hooves locked in with chains deep into her wrist, shook and rattled them as her screams got louder. A horizontal gut slice went side to side in a quick motion, a scream that no pony could ever hear from down here. This was Luna’s home and her horrible life. She couldn’t do anything against this horrific nightmare. Every slice was made to make her suffer and cry.
“Please Celestia, I didn’t mean to deviate, please no more!”
The sister laughed and then sighed at her poor weaker sibling. How her cries of agony were hilariously redundant. No matter how much she asked for it to end, no amount of begging or crying for her little sister to release her, this was the final straw after all, no more back stabbing will come for her, only suffering. She would bathe in her sister’s blood every time and make sure her body was an artistic rendition of her own. Celestia knew how to treat her sister the right way after all, drenched in her own blood.
“Do you remember when you betrayed me all those years ago, my dear lunie?”
Celestia slammed her blade at the snout which penetrated into her lower jaw. It caused much hardship to move her mouth, only a quiet sad sigh whimpered from weakness and blood loss.
“Oh my poor little Lunie, you came back and felt that you would be welcomed right?”
She removed the blade which caused an excruciating shot of juice to fire over her mouth. Blood flowed down her body as she lost consciousness. Her eyes yellow, mustard with abuse. And then, darkness again. She awoke and found herself in the same chains.
I’m back here again
The metal door opened again and her metallic chains broke on their own to which crumbled over in pieces to the ground. Her body is free from the scars of slashing and cuts. There was the sister that would make her stomach gargle with acid. She had that smile that she always had that common idea that betrayed any sense of trust. Princess Luna walked out of her prison and watched her sister with a simple smile.
“Don’t betray me again Luna, come sister, let's go into your room”.
Princess Luna followed her torturer up the dungeon to which the beast opened the door to her illustrious room and laid in her moon bed as always. The cushion of her bed was a needed diversion from what she just suffered. From across her bedroom was the mare she wanted to vaporize or mangle most. Princess Celestia formed a smile on her face with a circular line with her hoof. She closed the door with a silent screech, letting the princess to her peace.
What was the point of her existence? What was the reason that she exists? To be a side character to that walking disease? She had no hope, had no way to stop this. She could only fight back if she had something tangible to work with.
All her plans failed, every single attempt at working towards a positive future for ponykind and other creatures only was met with a month of suffering and torture, every single time.
Every single time this would happen and it would never end.
All she had was hope that the answer would come to her inevitably.
If it ever does.
The bed felt so comfortable, so inviting, she moved her body around to get that specific spot. There she could finally sleep and slumber without worry of blades or cuts for the moment. A whole month of torture is all she could have ever hated. At this point, the misery of this agony made her smile. There had to be an answer at some point, some kind of way to make things right in Equestria. But, for now, Luna had to “Play the Part”.
She could still feel the cuts and slices on her own skin. All the times she suffered agony against her own sister. All the depravity that never went anywhere that was to push her dominance.
She never understood what was the point of all this. Why the blood and drippings of her essence were so necessary. All she could do is remember how she got into this.
It was a bright sunny day in Canterlot as usual. Ponies walked happily around the dirt road and more. Princess Luna watched the procession and saw that there was a mass of ponies coming in from all over Equestria. She felt an electricity flow threw her body as the procession dignified themselves. And for some reason, Luna couldn’t help herself scream out.
“Princess Celestia sniffs her own farts and cannibalizes ponies!” she said for fun towards the procession.
And just like that, her nightmare had begun.
In a second, the wave of flow in time had been tampered. All the ponies are stricken with paralysis-like symptoms. A shock of inevitable suffering had covered her senses. Princess Celestia smiled and started with her laughter. There was no going back from what she had done.
“Please no, please no, please it was a joke…” said Princess Luna, she cowered to the ground, desperate and weak like a dog.
Will it ever end?
Why has she kept me alive for this long?
Why…?
Princess Celestia ate a crumb-cake as she smiled. Her eyes turned into a violent red color. Her smile unending and cheerfully ignorant of her sister's own suffering. It was like any other day and that is what she felt. For the fun wasn't going to end just yet. No, she had plans for what time she had. Anything to have her fun amidst the fancies of Equestria and its delightful inhabitants. For now, she would play the part as she always had, while laughing.
The morning sun was as detestable as usual. A reminder of what the sun had brought to this world. A feign idea where solace and peace with warmth could be a justification for this madness. How could Celestia do these things to her own sister? This question plagued her mind for eons a day. The fact that she could stop time with a thought was even worse than the torture and suffering Celestia caused. How Celestia was able to find happiness in her actions and get away with them for free. There was no hope, but the suffering dulls after a while, leaving out a hunger of opportunity.
To be bested time and time again every single time. It was a maddening affair that led nowhere. Still, Princess Luna was determined.
The sun bleached her bed and allowed for awakenings that weren’t wanted. Its bright light caused Luna to almost scream. But, she knew there was no space for a day like this. Freedom from the skin being torn apart and lies of hope being told through a two-faced monster. She awoke and felt the same feeling after a long month of madness.
She looked at the sun that shines above and spat at the window the light went through. She reminisced about the dream world and its freedom. A place where none of these things could castrate her or make her feel worthless. All she wanted was to be free, but every death attempt led nowhere. Reviving after so much suffering caused a never ending painful death that led to a repeat of hopes. She was a toy to Celestia, a sentence she heard many times with each defiance being crushed down with ease.
Princess Luna went her way towards the kitchen in hopes none of Celestia’s shenanigans would ruin her scarce joy. Hopefully there would be fresh food at the table. Maybe an idea that sanity would somehow prevail at some point. All she craved was that semblance of saneness. There could be a piece of banana fresh from the soil. Maybe some mangos that didn’t have rotting flesh interspersed somehow within the fruit layers. Luna didn’t comprehend how Celestia could have fit that flesh inside without compromising the fruit. She almost was intrigued by that monstrosity. Celestia had upped her game for a thousand years. Even at the worst of times, she couldn’t believe the creativity that was made from her.
To her surprise, the royal cupboard seemed simple and clean. There was plenty to choose from a bowl of fruit snacks along with apples and hay. She had to feed her torture sow after all. Couldn’t let the poor creature get away from her duty. Isn’t that how psychopathic ponies decide on their actions?
Nevertheless, Luna took a piece of oatmeal freshly made and ate it without worry. It seemed to be Celestia’s day without any actions on her part. Still, there was-
Princess Luna felt her head get penetrated, blood shot out from her skull, juice went over her head as the hole in her crevice leaked blood. She felt a second of shock as her blood went inside the oats and sloshed within them.
She opened her eyes and saw the blood spray all over the kitchen. Celestia must have hired a marksman to shoot her. She could feel it leak out of her skull for a moment. Then, she fell asleep for a while with weakness in her head lead her to limp over.
–
She woke up, the sun had fulfilled its duty, and she was at her bed again.
“What madness has Celestia concocted now” she said while massaging her head where the wound was.
Luna went out the door and felt the same day, same hour, that was previously done. There was no escape from this was another of Celestia’s games. How tiring it was to be with this again. Another game that would lead to her own suffering. This was at least somewhat enjoyable because of the game aspect. If it was a normal game and not one with horrible head explosions.
Princess Luna walked out of the door, ready to deal with whatever came. She walked out and stopped with a leap. This suffering was never ending, and hopefully at some point, the blade of suffering will be dulled.
At some point.
