Tightening of the screw

by MidnightFMare

session 01

TIGHTENING OF THE SCREW

By MidnightFMare

AKA: Midnight Felinus Mare

AKA: kuronekoking

AKA: Mutsumi Youkai

“Do you think she’s dead?” one voice asks, followed by a kick in my side

“If she is, then we’re screwed. We can’t afford another dead patient; the boss will have our jobs outsourced to janitorial” another voice says, prodding me

Apparently they saw my chuckle and the familiar hum of the shock prods fills the air as it is hefted up to shock me in the neck

I tense up for the familiar pain and electricity coursing through my veins

It never came
“What the- Who are you?!” the first voice says

“Wait! I think he’s the-“ the second voice warns, cut off by the first voice’s grunt of pain

A dull thud lands next to me as the cream, buzz-cut sporting unicorn lands next to me, his face contorted in pain

“I am the new pharmaceuticals director and chief of punishment. Now, if you two ignorant fools will step aside, I have work to do” a third voice commands, full of something I can’t place

Heavy, labored hoofsteps move farther away, followed by the door being locked “Now then, how are you Miss Loose?” the third voice asks, as his hoofsteps walk around my body

I play dead. That’s what dogs do right? And I’m a dog

“Well, sometimes yes, but I believe that possums have that trick under their belts naturally” he says, sitting down

“Rrrrrrrr…” I growl at his presence, trying to scare him off

“Now now, I mean you no harm… I am on your side and only want to help” he says, stroking my back

They’ve done this before and I know what happens next, they… hurt me

I turn on him and bear my teeth, growling at him

“This is why I am a cat person… Ah well, shake or whatever” he extends a hoof, the grey nearly invisible with the white padded floor

I sniff his hand and I smell blood and something… “Sweet” I think that’s the word the nice mare that comes here sometimes calls the hard food things she gives me. I lick his hoof, tasting the blood and the sweetness

“I would love it if you would talk to me” he says, smiling

I look up and cock my head, his words lost in the haze of my mind

“Let’s see your file… oh my, no wonder they’re keeping you here. You’re under heavy medication and hypnotic suggestion! This will not do; here, try this, it should clear your mind” He hands me a funny smelling flat biscuit thing

I take it in my mouth and eat it when he moves to my back

Oh no, he’s going to hurt me- what?

The leg holders are undone and he starts to rub my sore spots “Honestly, why did they restrain you? Ponies who do this are among the worst… there we go, better?” he asks as I finish the biscuit

Then everything goes hazy and black

Not… again… I was tricked and now he’s hurt me…

Wait… I can move… how?

I look around, sniffing the air but instead of the “hurt” smell, I smell…something new

Something… “Nice” ? I think that’s the word for it…

“Hello Ms. Loose; how are you feeling?” the new voice asks, the big white sky disc shines on him, the gray color shimmering

Wings…

He has wings

He can escape and fly away like the birds

I can’t fly. Dogs don’t fly

“Do you like the moonlight? I personally prefer the night over the day. Come on, feel free to speak if you want” he says, smiling at me

Nopony smiles at me unless they want to hurt me

But he doesn’t hurt me

And he’s smiling at me

“Can you speak?” he asks, looking…

… “Worried”?

“…Yes” My throat feels weird making that word

“Yes; you can speak or yes; you like the moon?”

“…Both” the weird feeling returns

“Good! I see the antidote has taken effect” He smiles again and trots closer “Could you tell me your name?”

I try and think of an answer, because if I don’t, he might be disappointed and leave with his “Nice” feeling and his smiles. And then I’ll be alone

I don’t want to be alone

“Dog” I reply, hazy memories of what the not “Nice” ponies call me

He seems to frown a little and I fear that he may leave

He smiles again “We’ll work on it. So, do you feel better now?”

“… Yes” talking is getting easier and the feeling is going away

“Do you want water or food or something?” he asks, the “Worried” look fading

“Yes” I reply, not having to think all that much anymore

He turns around to the door and I whimper “…No…”

He smiles “I’m only going to get food and water. I’ll be back” the door closes softly

I curl into a ball and wait

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Subject: Loose, Screw

Condition: Delusions of being a canine

Doctor: Wrangler Alka Hest

Notes: She appears to have an adverse reaction to abandonment and is very shy. Has dulled eyes from over-use of sedatives. Currently in antidotal therapy via wafers; not soylent green, that would be wrong in so many ways. Understands abstract and concrete ideas and responds in monosyllabic answers and has basic understanding of grammer.

Side notes: In my opinion, I suggest having her moved to the top of the “Recovering” list and given daily check-ins by myself. I find her to be a shining example of how to apply my methods; but there appears to be several minor wounds as well as signs of being restrained while physical punishment or pain was caused for the amusement of workers.

Physical appearance: as noted before, her eyes are dull and mostly lifeless. Several small lacerations on her rear and hind legs probably caused by whippings from the guards. Her mane appears to be very oily and unkempt. I will have to clean her myself when she regains more basic faculties. Several paired burn marks on the neck and above the spine caused by use of electric cattle prods on her person; install working cameras on a closed circuit feed directly to me then to be copied and mailed to Princess Luna every week or unless otherwise noted. She also has a very strong empathic field; manifesting elemental connection? Need to get Midnight to evaluate next time he comes for these reports.

I sigh and write my name on the paper, then look out to Luna’s brilliant moon “Why must these beautiful individuals need to suffer?”