//------------------------------// // Whosoever believeth in him, will believeth in anything. // Story: What Defines A Soul? // by The Joeker //------------------------------// I woke up again, truthfully I was never asleep, just within my own mind. I saw my body was badly cut up, feather merged with skin on the floor around the rack, luckily he hadn't gotten to my implants yet. I coughed out blood and rested as much as I could on the rack, he was going to continue with the torture, i knew it, and I needed as much rest a I could get before our next round. A maid walked in that wasn't Bright Spot and began cleaning me and using... disinfectant on my wounds and I hissed in pain. "Where is Bright Spot?" I asked, but the maid had this... blank look in her eyes, and her eyes were grey... almost unseeing, uncaring and cold, as if she were a shell of a person. She simply finished cleaning me and walked out, leaving me without so much as a glance. I waited for a while before he came back in. "Ah! good morning!" he said. "Morning." I replied weakly. "Is that the sound of you breaking I hear?" he asked. "No." I stated. "Ah, well after today, I'm sure you will, my friend who is a Griffon, told me they use this method in their army called 'waterboarding' I am eager to try it." said Gilded and inclined the rack 20 degrees quickly. He stuffed a rag in my mouth, put one over my face and brought a jug of water and kept it hovering. "Ready?" he asked and poured it over my head, I began to struggle, and drown, it was horrible, I was thrashing and writhing and gagging, and almost threw up but had to swallow it. I knew if he kept this up I was actually going to die from oxygen deprivation. I was coughing, spluttering and almost dead, but he removed the cloth before I was granted the sweet release. "You... son-!" I stopped as I realised... I was covered in water and if he shocked me... "I would love to berate you for that, but I know your body cannot take much more so I will not zap you, but today I will break you." he said and circled me. "Give me your best shot." I said. "Oh, no not you, I won't grant you the pleasure of death... bring her in!" shouted Gilded and they brought a struggling Bright Spot in and my eyes widened. "MMM!" she tried to speak but was gagged. "I overheard all your conversations." he said matter-of-factly. "So?" I asked. "So... you will break..." he placed a hoof on the back of her head and pushed it down and he... "Or I take her innocence." he stated with a sick smile as he started to mount her. "If you touch her-" I said but cut off as he licked her neck and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Like that?" he asked and licked his lips. "MMM!" she struggled against his magic but it was no good. "I'm going to rut her senseless... and. there is nothing. you. can. do. about it..." he said. "MMMMM!" she cried. "Hmmm...unless... you give in." he said. Suddenly Bright Spot stopped struggling and frantically shook her head at me. "I... I give in." I mumbled. "What was that?" he asked as he pressed her down more. "I give up" I muttered. "Try that again..." he said as his member came out of it's sheath. "I FUCKING GIVE UP YOU SICK FUCKING PEDOPHILIC CREEP GOD, SHE'S FUCKING 14!!!" I yelled. "Wow... really? I expected you to put up more of a fight..." he said and backed up a little. "Good, just let her go..." I said. "But this is for all those times you insulted me." he smiled wickedly and pushed into her. "NOOO!" I yelled and struggled. "And this, my dear is for calling me a bastard." he said into her ear and pulled out and reentered. "MMMMM!!" she cried. "And this is for calling me a control freak." he said and repeated the action. "And this is for calling me a sick bucking pedophilic creep." he said and pushed in again, he pulled out of her and went round to her front and put his member into her mouth and released and held her mouth shut with his magic. He pulled out of her mouth and walked over to me, then two butch Earth Pony stallions walked in and got my arms in their teeth as I was released. "Try to struggle and we will have a repeat of that event, with my two friends here joining in." smiled Gilded and gestured with his head. "Put him in the conversion tank" he said. They dragged me through the halls of the mansion, the maids not even looking at me, not avoiding my eyes just getting on with their duties... They put me in a dark, soundproof room and I was levitated from the ground and I couldn't move my arms or legs that were glued in a star shape... sensory deprivation chamber... the only sound was Gilded's voice recorded and infused with magic in the walls of the room... I couldn't see... I couldn't feel... I couldn't smell... I couldn't taste... "Obey, obey, obey, obey..." was the only thing I could hear... the voice spoke over and over, I tried to sing, I tried to talk to myself but I couldn't escape that voice... that damned voice... "Obey, obey, obey, obey, obey, obey..." I started repeating, I just couldn't get that damn voice out of my head! That voice... That damned... voice...