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// The king 
// Story: My perfect world 
// by Lonepone 
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I wake to the jab of a needle into my chest.

"Good morning, darling. I'm glad you could join me. Just to make sure you don't quit on me yet, I'm gonna give you an adrenaline boost, alright?"

I open my mouth, but he just laughs. "Bitch, you think I want your response? I'm gonna do it whether you want me to or not. Suck it up" 

He pushes down on the syringe, and I can feel the adrenaline rush into my system, feel it kick in. And I can feel it really kicks my magic into overdrive. I wait until his back is turned before I make my move. I use my boosted magic to untie my hands, although I don't do anything yet. I need to take him by surprise.

He turns around with a short, thick, razor sharp blade in his hand. "What should I start with? I know!" And with that he stabs downwards towards my knee. I whip one of my hooves around, and knock the knife out of his hand. I pull it back to punch him, and I throw my punch. It hits him square on his shoulder, but its my hoof that takes damage. 

"Your fiesty. I love that in a mare, they're always extraordinary in bed.

"Sick bastard" I spit at him.

He slaps me. "Don't worry. I like it rough. You should see this whip I have" he says while smiling. 

He roughly throws me back into my chair. He seems to pull a pair of hoof cuffs from mid air, then proceeds to walk behind me, and hoof cuff me behind the pipe again. He walks, and picks up his knife. 

"Do you know why I do this? Because I am anarchy walking, chaos incarnate. I learned the benefits of it, and so shall the world. Unfortunately for you, you want live to see tomarrow morning. And I want to be king of that chaos, that anarchy. I want to rule over the discord. After all, discord is magic.

He looks me over, as if I'm some cut of meat he's admiring. "Where to begin? I want to save enough of you so I can use you tonight... The knees it is"  he proceeds to stab my under the knee cap, severing tendons.

I scream. I scream until my vocal cords break and then I scream some more before stopping. 

"Do you know why I use a knife, instead of some other tool? It's because, this way, I get to know you better as a pony. I get to prolong this delightful experience for as long as I can. And, at the end, I can find out if your a coward, if you'll beg for the release of death" he continues cutting under my knee cap, until it's completely severed off. He holds it up infront of me. "You want to submit now? Do you want death?"

I raise my chin defiantly at him. He glances behind him. "She's almost here. You're gonna get death, whether you want it or not. I was gonna cut you up, then re write this story so that you were healed enough to night so we could have some gory fun, but I guess not. I'm almost here, so you must leave. Good night" 

He leans in to kiss me, and I lean back trying to avoid him. He grabs my mane, and roughly pulls my head forward, almost ripping my hair out.

He leans out, and then stabs me in the heart. I can feel the icy coldness of it plunge downwards, into my heart. I can feel the tip of it puncture my heart, and then feel my heart proceed to rip itself to shred by beating. He twists the knife, causing more pain then I ever thought possible. He pulls it out, and blood flows out of the wound like a river. A puddle quickly forms under my hooves.

He pulls a card out of thin air, and inserts it into the gaping knife wound. It's a king of hearts. And so, I die.