When he let go of Fluttershy's hoof she collapsed to the floor and threw up without so much as looking to see where she was. He made an exclamation of disgust, and yet amusement, some of it had landed on his black leather boot. "this is too good!” The Lord said between fits of laughter, Fluttershy looked at him with wet, red eyes. His laughter ceased, and it was like he shifted moods completely. “Useless mare, stop heaving and clean this filth up." he flapped his mismatched wings and floated away through the corridor and was gone.
Fluttershy lay there, till she was sure nothing more would come up. she wiped her mouth with the back of her hoof and lifted her head to see where he had possibly gone. There was only one door leading out from the tower, she presumed he went that way but she couldn't bring herself to follow.
Fluttershy marvelled at her surroundings, she was surrounded by stone walls that although were black on the outside from what she saw when she was a filly, were an array of mismatched colours, black, to maroon, to purple. Beneath her was marble, pure white marble like snow with veins of green that looked as though it were alive as it swirled around in a circular motion, adding further nausea to herself. There were 3 slitted windows on in the rounded room, too high to look out of from below.
She flew up to one of the windows and nearly collapsed again from pure fear. She was so high up, the Everfree forest bellow looked so dark that even if you could see through the trees you couldn't possibly see the ground below them. above her, the ceiling bent inwards.
There was no furniture in this room, nothing she could use to wipe the floor with. She finally resorted to using her dress, it was already dirty anyway. To the right of her a little further ahead she spied a staircase, excited she had found another way out of the room she hadn't seen before, and not wanting to go the same way as her captor, she raced up the stairs before going to a stop. Did they lead to... nowhere? "What kind of place is this?" she exclaimed aloud.
Sighing in defeat she meekly trotted down the stairs and into the hallway of which he went, there really wasn't any other way, and she dare not fly from the windows. It was cold and empty, the same marble underhoof, the hanging lamps didn't provide much glow, but the swirling purple veins in the marble emitted a menacing glow. She followed till she came to the end of the hallway which led to more stairs. "I hope these stairs actually lead somewhere" she thought.
She climbed the staircase, each step she took emitted a soft musical note, she would have enjoyed the interesting feature if she weren't so numb from her previous fright. A door came into view, oak that has been dyed black. She pushed it open and looked about cautiously, as it would be wiser than pushing past and going inside without a care not knowing what was inside. The room was draped in vines, a four-poster bed fit for a queen in the centre with white lace draped down over it, the sheets an Anugypt cotton mixed with silk. It was indeed the softest she'd ever known.
There was also a vanity and chest drawers adjacent to the bed, it was petite, nothing extravagant.
there was a window, one she could look out of with ease while standing on her two back hooves. From this side of the castle, she could see the river flow into the Everfree, where it disappeared never to be seen again. She could make out the village of Ponyiets, where a lot of the other mares had come from. It was where the markets were usually held on Sundays, Her father would take her and her brother there every few months, and not far from there her own village. Ponyville tucked neatly into the valley.
If Fluttershy squinted her eyes she could just make out the tables that were bountiful of harvest the tribute that the Lord of Chaos didn't want to stay for. She collapsed again by the window, crying like a little filly. This time she had no pony to comfort her, not her mothers reassuring touch or her father to make her laugh, not even her brother to make her pout with an obnoxious remark.
She reached down for her dress and blew heavily into the green fabric. She slowly started to collect herself and gave the room another look. There was a painting above her bed, odd looking. The painting had a silver line going through the middle and was overall a dark shade of green.
Fluttershy stepped a bit closer, to get a good look, even though it was making her incredibly uncomfortable. It was HUGE, far too extravagant for this room. She could see it had white circles along the silver line, spaced out in a familiar way.
"The Valley!!" she said aloud. It was indeed a painting of the valley, with the silver line being the river, she could even recognise pony village. The painting was what would be the view a bird would see if it were to fly above at an incredible height.
'Probably why it's making me feel sick.' She thought to herself, She still wasn't the best flyer, and was terribly afraid of heights.
Almost mesmerised a growl from her stomach took her out of her trance. She hadn't eaten dinner the night before, nor breakfast. An odd time to finally get an appetite when this was the worst day of her life. 'Am is supposed to get his dinner?' It was a fair question, the only other being in the castle was a little messenger dragon, and she hadn't seen even him around anywhere. Other than the Drake he had no servants that she knew of.
It wasn't cooking for herself that terrified her, it was cooking for the Lord of Chaos that did. "what do Draconequus even eat?" asking aloud. She gasped, her thoughts turning dark when she wondered and what about after dinner?'
Tree Hugger had said he had taken mares for 200 years now, and that one of them would have said something if he had touched them surely.
But Fluttershy found herself thinking about the lords face so close to hers, his paw and claw sliding up her skirts, warm but rough, what if all of him is fever hot to touch?' she imagined then his somewhat familiar amber eyes glowing as he eyed her from head to hoof, a soft growl escaping his throat, predatory almost.
She snapped herself out of the thoughts with a shudder and shake of her head. She needs to eat. That will get her mind off this nonsense surely.
Hurrying out of the room she went back down the stairwell, it seemed to have changed. it was spiralling downwards now. She couldn't see around the next turn it was so narrow. She put her wing on the stone wall for guidance and slowly started to make her way down. When nothing jumped out at her she got braver and started to trot more quickly.
After a long while of not coming to a landing, she started to panic. what if this was like the stairs that led nowhere, only this time it doesn't end at all?!' This made her panic, she began to flap her wings and flutter down at an increased speed, panting as she went.
And then ran headfirst into the Lord of Chaos.