listen:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ukstws19D4

Muffled screams, laughing, horror, fun, truama, time-waster. Different perceptions of the same situation.

"Come on, I doubt it hurts that much. Suck it up." Said Mr. Orange

"Yeah, Come on. It's not like you'll need these knees." That was Mr. Red. He swung a metal pipe down onto the guards right, hind knee. The muffled screams grew in intensity.

"What's that? I can't understand you, it's like you got something, like, caught in your throat." said Mr. Red with a smile.

Mr. Orange walked up to the bloody and battered guard, brandishing his pocket knife. He held the stallion's face with one hand and placed his knife against this stallion's right ear. He began sawing the ear off, starting from the top of the base and working downwards. Soon Orange backed up, holding a blood soaked ear in one hand and a bloody knife in the other.

"Looks like you're gonna need some custom headphones buddy." Mr. Orange and Mr. Red chuckled, only laughing more when the guard would scream and try to kick.

"Oh, looks like we've got a fighter here." Said Red. He hit the guard in the stomach, causing him to throw up. The vomit was restrained by the tape, though, and so the guard nearly choked to death before swallowing.

"I'll be right back," said Orange, don't kill him while I'm gone."

Mr. Orange walked out of the door whilst Red had his fun. The air was still brisk, yet slightly cooler now, due to the time that had passed. Time flies when you're having fun. Orange walked to his car, opening his trunk once again. He sifted through the trunk for a moment before producing a large, red gas can. He closed the trunk with a heavy thump and walked back to the barn. He stepped back inside, closing the door behind him. Red was showing the guard the ear he picked up from the floor, chopping it into small pieces with his own knife.

"Alright, I'm back."

"'Bout time, whatcha got there?"

Red backed away from the guard, allowing Orange to take charge. Orange twisted off the cap from the canister and began splashing gas into the face of this guard. The gas burned the guard's eyes and made breathing even more difficult. He coughed and shook and cried and yelled, all the while the tape muffling his pleas. Red came up behind the guard and grabbed his mane, pulling his face towards the ceiling. Orange poured the last of the gas onto the guards face while the guard struggled to breathe. Once the canister was empty Orange tossed it to the side; it landed near Blue. Orange reached into his pocket for some matches, grinning once he found them. He removed one match from its box and scraped the tip of it against the box, setting it alight. The guard was blinded by the gas and def; he couldn't tell what was going on.

Mr. Orange backed away from the guard and tossed the match onto the guard's lap. The gas ignited instantly and explosively engulfed the guard. This stallion shook and screamed, just barely being heard over the fire due to the tape. Mr. Red walked over and tipped the chair with his foot, causing the guard to slam backwards onto the blood-soaked floor.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" said Orange as the guard's muffled screams began to die down. Red began tossing the ear pieces onto the fire, one by one, until they were all gone. Suddenly, the front door opened.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"

Author's Note

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