Cotton Tail

Inside were bodies, some had the limbs pulled of, exposing bone and muscle. Some of them had their stomachs cut open with the guts spilling out. Some where sawn in half. The pinkish, yellow brain had sharp contrast with the red skull and muscles and the remaining half of the guts spilled out of the empty cavern that used to be the stomach area.

Cotton turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut. Her eyes were forced open and her face was violently turned to look at the bodies.

"Isn't it beautiful? It's a work of art," The voice of Bloodletter said. He pressed his cheek on Cotton Tail's. His ear twitched twice and thumped on her skull. He went right of front of her and put his forehead on her forehead. "You're not as beautiful as them." He walked to a table in his room. "Don't worry though." He chuckled. "I'll make you beautiful. I'll make you different than them though."

Cotton wriggled in her chains in a panic. Bloodletter walked back over to her with a dagger in his mouth. He caressed her back left hoof. "Such a dainty little hoof. I'll make it prettier," he said. He put the knife in his hoof and ran the tip of it along her leg. It clanked on her chain. He pressed down and sunk into the skin. He cut using the edge of her chain to create a blood bracelet. Blood came gushing it of the incision and dripped onto the floor. Cotton shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. Bloodletter pulled out the dagger and he licked the blood off the blade.

"Nothing is better than the warm taste of blood," he said. Cotton Tail just let out a sob in reply. Drool came out of the corner of her mouth. He walked to the front of her. "Don't cry little one. Don't you want to be beautiful?" Cotton coughed out some saliva. Bloodletter stroked her mane. "Poor little baby." He pushed his forehead against hers. "Are you jealous that I get to sample your flavor?" His eyes widened than returned to the pinpricks.

He trotted back to the table and picked up a glass. It was stained red. He moved in front of Cotton. He took his dagger and cut a gash in her right arm. Blood flowed out and into the glass. It filled halfway with the sanguine liquid before he covered the wound with a blazing hot bandage. Cotton shut her eyes and snarled.

Bloodletter put the glass up to her lips. She squeezed them shut. "You have to drink it now," he spoke those words quietly and calmly. Cotton turned her head away. Bloodletter set the glass down in front under her head and walked back to his table, frowning.

Cotton tried to see what Bloodletter had grabbed but his body blocked her line of sight. He galloped behind her with a flurry of hooves. Something poked her in the cutie mark. She turned to look but the poke immediately exploded into pain. Her vision swayed. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Bloodletter pulling a huge syringe out of her thigh.

"Don't worry little one. I'll save your drink for you," Bloodletter said with a smile. His ear twitched as he ducked under her chains to grab the glass. He put on his table and set to work freeing the unconscious Cotton from her chains. "Everything shall be clearer when you wake. Literally!" He laughed so hard that tears fell out of his eyes. "You'll just wake up somewhere else."