Escutcheon woke up in a dark room he could feel two hoof cuffs holding his forelimbs to a table His forelegs pulled wide open. He tried to move his hind hoofs only to find that they too were cuffed to the iron chair that he was sitting in. After a second he came to a horrifying revelation. He was naked. In a panic he started fighting against his bonds in mortified shame trying to cover himself in some way.
The door on the other end of the stone room opened flooding Escutcheon's cell with blinding light. Escutcheon closed his eyes looking away. After a moment he became us to the new light level, and he looked up as three stallions came in. He bowed his head in shame as one the stallion in the middle eyed him up and down. The two stallions on the right and left walked behind him. One of them lit a touch behind him.
"So the reports are true, a colt that's ashamed when he doesn't wear cloths." The stallion took a seat in front of him. Escutcheon didn't look up. "Why so distraught. You're not exposed, you have fur after all. It doesn't matter." He nodded his head. Escutcheon looked up in panic as he felt a collar clasped around his neck. "Now what's your name?"
"Escutcheon." he answered softly against his will still looking down completely ashamed.
"Speak up and look at me when I speak to you." Escutcheon's head jerked up as the collar around his neck glowed a deep ruby red.
"Escutcheon." he said louder. He jostled in his cuffs again trying to cover himself.
"Stop that!" His body tensed up as the collar lit up again.
"Please stop. Please." His voice cracked.
"Your going to answer my questions honestly, and I might take the collar off of you, or I might have you march up to the gallows. Depending on you answers of course. Where are you from?"
"Equestria." Escutcheon answered.
"Don't lie to me. Tell the truth!" The collar glowed it's deep ruby red.
"Equestria I'm from Equestria."
"Tell the truth."
"I am!" Escutcheon screamed back a defiant look taking away the look of shame from his eyes. Escutcheon didn't even see the stallion move before he felt his hoof slapping him the force tipped the chair nearly pulling his foreleg out of socket. The pain and anger were enough to over shadow the shame that he felt.
"You are a spy sent from Slo!"
"No I'm not I've never been there."
"Your working for the bats that have set up a colony in the DMZ. Your all plotting an attack on our country, and they sent you here to find weaknesses in our countryside."
"Your insane and paranoid!" Escutcheon struggled to pull the chair back up right. "And the colony doesn't want any part in anything they only want peace. I'm not a spy none of us are!" The sound of a door slamming shut from the outside the cell reverberated through the cell.
"Put out the light keep the collar on him. We'll see if the filly is as stubborn." The torch behind Escutcheon went out.
"Don't you dare touch Dusk!" He focused his magic he could feel the rings on his horn rebounding his spell on him even as he cast it. He fought to maintain control as a bolt of golden aura hit the stallion. It was only a light tap but it stopped him in his tracks. Escutcheon panted as he fought of unconsciousness, before looking up his mane matted in sweat. "Don't you dare touch her."
"That's enough." A deep voice demanded as the cell door opened again. "The Wahrheit is done." An old stallion with a beard and a long face looked over Escutcheon with concern evident in his blood red eyes. He turned his attention back to the other guards. "Neither of the other two have elapsed during the Wahrheit. We'll deal with them later. Besides I think it would be best to have a colt like this as an ally instead of an enemy. Now move it."
"Yes sir. " The two guards behind him quickly undid his cuffs.
"Warden you can't." Escutcheon's instigator began to protest.
"That was an order." The older ruby stallion turned and left as two more guards came in.