My mane was soaking wet, and I think I felt blood seeping from my hooves; I could just imagine them trickling down my white fur. If I could wish anything, it would be to get out of here. I desperately tried to use my magic, my horn was gone. I wriggle around, but the ropes were too strong. Every attempt to use my magic failed, I lost more and more hope each time. The ropes were too tightly constricted around me to move. Every single second I lay there, a second of my life is gone. I see a bright light shine in my eyes, and I think I'm losing consciousness. My name is Rarity. My life is a terrible, shocking mess.