Roulette awoke with a start. The unicorn looked around nervously. As she tugged her limbs, it dawned on her that she was chained to a mannequin.
"Ah, what a pleasant surprise! I thought you'd never wake up."
Roulette searched for the pinagmulan of the voice, which was difficult to do, ibingiay the position she was in.
Just as the unicorn brightened her horn to release herself, an object levitated out of the darkness and swiped at her horn. The hacks, however, weren't at random. They seemed to be aimed at strategic places. Roulette looked around nervously, and was surprised to see a pale figure step from the shadows. Her surprise was even greater when she saw who the figure was.
"R-Rarity?" the captive unicorn inquired, half hoping it was all an illusion, or better yet, a horrible nightmare.
"How grand! You are now fully awake, the process can now be carried out succesfully!"
Roulette stared as the white mare levitated the object, a knife, and flung it at another mannequin, where it stuck.
"What process? What are you talking about?" The usually calm unicorn was now beginning to panic.
Rarity shot her a trademark bedazzling smile.
"I'm going to test your loyalty. If you pass, you'll be part of my newest creation!"
"What if I lose?"
Rarity smiled at her gently.
"You won't be as useful as I'd hoped you'd be, but don't worry, you'll still be helpful!"
The white unicorn approched Roulette and patted her mane gently, as one would comfort a frightened foal.
"Don't worry," she cooed, "this will be over soon."
Rarity then levitated a cleaver over Roulette's uncovered abdomen.
Roulette was now in full panic. In a desperate attempt to flee, she called forth a powerful beam of magic from her horn. She saw as the magic arched from the base of her horn towards the tip. The unicorn was frazzled as the magic returned towards the sender. The magic arched through her body as she released a glass-shattering scream.
Rarity looked at her thoughtfully.
"I forgot to mention that. Due to the cuts that your horn recieved, your magic will reflect back to you."
Roulette panted heavily. For the first time in her life, her optimisim had vanished. She had no hopes of getting out alive.
The mare's eyes widened when she saw Rarity unveil a mannequin nearby. Chained to the stuffed model was none other than her best friend, Poker.
"Okay, here's the deal," the mare levitated a scalpel and held it in front of a frightened Poker, "I will carve you, but when you think you've suffered
enough, just call my name."
Roulette was about to reply when suddenly, Rarity dug the cleaver into Roulette's left leg. The unicorn once madami broke into screams and yelled the word that caused Rarity to stop.
Surely enough, the purple maned mare stopped. Just as Roulette was beginning to calm down, she heard screams towards her left. She turned her head as much as she could and saw the scalpel sticking out of Poker's right eye. The other mare shrieked and sobbed as the surgical tool twisted around in her eye socket, revealing nerves she'd never even known had existed.
Seeing her friend suffer in such brutal manner was too much for Roulette.
"Rarity, please leave her alone. Do whatever you want with me, just don't injure her anymore."
Rarity grinned sadistically as she pulled the scalpel out of Poker's eye with a loud pop and stuck it into Roulette's eye instead.
Poker sobbed silently as both regular and bloody tears streamed down her face.
Roulette screamed in pain as her four extremities were hacked off with the cleaver. Once this had been done, Rarity placed the scalpel on the floor.
"Congratulations, you've passed your exam with high honors!"
With a single slice, the mare brought down the cleaver straight through Roulette's neck, and with a sickening thud fell to the floor.
Poker's single good eye went wide in horror as she saw her friend get decapitated. Rarity then beheaded Poker.
"Roulette's loyalty proved accurate," she mumbled to herself, "I guess this will be useful." The mare dropped the cleaver and levitated Roulette's blood covered head.
"I'm not sure I'll have some use for this one, however." The unicorn glared disdainfully at Poker's corpse.
"Just look at the mess you've made of my basement rug! I'll never get the blood out of it!"
The mare then examined herself.
"As for moi, I need a bath. bahaghari Dash can wait."
The unicorn placed the head inside a shelf that was previously used to store fabrics.
Rarity then trudged upstairs to bathe,
and to think how she would carry out the susunod step.