She felt the object continue to rub her now-sensitive horn. Wait, if I can feel my horn then doesn't that mean I can cast magic? The thought came to her in a brief moment of clarity, and she sat there with a dumb smile on her face as her mind once again blurred beyond recognition. Knowing that she could cast magic again put her in a good mood, but she was unable to realize that she should be using that to try and escape. Instead she just allowed herself to bask in the pleasure that the horn massage was bringing her.
“So, Twilight Sparkle, does this feel good?”
“It feels sooo good...”
“Of course it does... I've done a lot of research into your kind, you know. Enough to make even the most studious of unicorns look like slackers by comparison.” He gripped her horn tightly and rubbed it roughly.
“Ahh, that's too much! Too much!” She tried to shake her head to free herself, but she was caught in his vice-like grip.
“I'm sorry if you thought that I was here to provide you with some last-minute pleasure. I'm only here to take your horn so I can do perform some examinations on it. Taking it after you have already been disposed of would really lower the quality of the material...”
She cried out as she felt his grip start to pull and bend her horn, as if he were trying to tear it out. “Stop it! Stop it! That hurts! It hurts! It huuurts!”
Suddenly, another voice was heard as the sound of the door sliding open filled the room. “Hey! The little mare said ta stop so ya better cut it out before things get real nasty!”