As Rarity is dragged into the white void, the chains break off her body and she rolls onto what feels like grass. She coughs, feeling sick from the way the world spun as she rolled. She shook her head and got to her hooves, looking down at what she was standing on. Her eyes sparkled as she realized what she was standing on; fabric. She began to think of all the things she could possibly do with the fabric, but was distracted when a pair of scissors came out of nowhere, slicing the ground beneath her and making her fall through the air. The scissors cut out the words of her execution in the fabric, which fluttered down after her.
Rarity hit the ground again, this time landing on a bed of sewing needles. She screamed as the needles dug into her coat. She forced herself to stand, her entire body shaking as blood poured from the needles stuck in her body. She used her magic, forcefully ripping the needles from her body despite how badly it hurt. Tears streamed down her face, mixing in with blood that was pouring down from her head. She lifted one of her hooves, revealing all the needles stuck in it as well. She removed them, and kept doing the same with the rest, but continued to feel needles stab into her skin with each one she removed.
She sobbed as she tried over and over again to remove the needles from her body, but she became distracted as she heard a noise. She looked up to see a large sewing machine in front of her. She leapt onto the device, and ripped the last of the needles free from her hooves. She sighed in relief, still in agony but free from the infinite poking of needles in her body. She looked around, confused, until she remembered she was on a sewing machine.
Philomena cackled from the top of the machine as she flicked a switch, and turn it on. A piece of purple fabric flew underneath Rarity's hooves, and suddenly the needle came down on her torso, stabbing through her body. She coughed up blood as she was pushed against the fabric. The needle continued to work, using white fabric to stitch her to the cloth as her blood soaked into it. Eventually, the sewing was done. Rarity had passed out from blood loss, and the camera panned to showcase a massive gown that had been made using the fabric that Rarity had been forcefully sown into.
But Philomena didn't like it. She spit on the gown and flew away from it. She lit up a match using her body, and tossed it onto the gown. Very quickly, the fire began to spread. When the fabric that Rarity was on caught fire, she struggled against it, and screamed as her body and the oversized dressed were consumed in flames. She struggled violently against the flames, hoping that her tears would be able to stop the fire somehow.
The rest of the class watched the fire rage on until Philomena brought in a giant hose to cool down the still burning flame, and put it out...