When the cloth that was covering your face was pulled off, you found yourself in a large room belonging to the owner of the facility. Sitting on the black chair in front of the polished oak wooden table was the vile woman with pink hair and monstrous dull blue eyes. Her smile haunted you as she stared at you as if you were only a captured prize to her. You were captured, but you were no prize you knew that. But to this mare, that did not matter what you were and were not. She had you in her presence and you had no way in escaping the binds that confined you to the chair.

Looking back, you spotted a strange tall man with pale skin and scars all over his chest. He had only little hair on his scalp that was grey and covered with the rest of his skin with dirt and dry blood. His right eye was pure white and the left was black. He stared at you with little emotion to express as Pinkamena cleared her throat catching your frightened attention.

“Hmm, you’re pretty frightened, aren’t you?” She asked you, gently grabbing your chin and turning it towards her. “But why are you so frightened when there is nothing to be scare about?”

You did not understand her at first, but you noticed someone else in the room put in the corner next to a large green plant. Your eyes widened once you noticed who it was. Tied with rope and covered in blood with his face gauged out by some sharp object was the leader of the facility, the man who promised you to be in the safest and greatest care provided in all of Equestria. Pinkamena noticed your shocked expression pointed at the body of a good man that helped you out through the years within this hellish facility. She gave a sardonic smile and started to laugh.

“He knew so much about you, but not as much as I do. He had a mouth that just kept on yappin’ over and over again. So, I had to shut him up. He did not stop screaming however when I was tearing apart his face, so I decided to be at least a good person and put him out of his misery.” She stated.

A good person she called herself, she was no good person to do such things like this from the beginning. When she turned to you, her mocking smile and soulless eyes angered you, as well as frighten you. You wanted to be free from these binds and free from this place that has befallen from her madness. Yet, there she kept you before her, mocking you with her smile. She was challenging you to get angry and attempt to do something while being bound to the chair. But you were promise no exact revenge once you started struggling and were struck in the back of the head by the large man.

The blow stunned you for a moment while Pinkamena laughed. The sadist brushed back her hair and sat on top of the wooden table, humming lightly to herself. She soon stopped when you looked at her, gritting your teeth angrily. You wanted to take her down, but being bound prevented such actions, as well as the tall man behind you that continue to glare at you with an emotionless expression. His intent was unknown but troubling still for he was unpredictable.

“Tell me, the forest beyond Ponyville’s Clinic, was it that horrible?” You froze in place once she spoke of the place you went to before the accident. The accident was something you could never forget whenever that place was reference. This woman’s knowledge towards its existence confused you, but also sparked fear in you that you remained silent. You did not know how to respond to her, or even ask how she knew of that place. She chuckled lightly before crossing her right leg over the left one.

“Did it bring back old memories that it should not have? What really happen there? Was it capable of considering that to be an accident? Your records strongly differ from the results of that event to being some “accident” when you clearly were brought here for a well-known reason like us.” She said, before hopping off the table, slowly walking towards you with her glued smile.

When came close to you, you could feel your body beginning to feel cold just as it had when you were running through the icy waters in the tunnels. You could feel a strange shift in your body, as if something was being pulled out. Panic arisen in you as you started believing she was ripping out your soul. She had to be a daemon of such to do such satanic things. This was all presumed by your inability to understand her intentions for you. Why was she so fond of you? Why did she want you capture instead of dead? Did she want to taunt you? Stall your death, just so she can get a good look at you before sinking whatever sharp or blunt object into your body that will cease the beat of your heart?

“Whatever you consider it to be…just remember…you are the Curse because of it.” She said, backing away from you as you felt your body beginning to calm down. You felt the chair you were bound to, started moving back. When you realized it, you were being taken out of the room and away from the vile woman that waved bye at you. Now you had other things to worry about, such as where the tall man with the apathetic expression was taking you?

“The Goddess is fond of her children. She disciplines and nurtures them when they make mistakes. The Goddess is our mother and her being our mother, that makes us siblings. But why is she so fond of you? Is our goddess picking favourites? A goddess should not do such things, instead, treat all her children the same." His tone was unsettling, deep, and ominous for each syllable counted in his words.

You were pushed through door after door and into hallway after hallway, being taken far and far away from the main office the sick and twisted monster resided. You attempted break free, but was unsuccessful. When he finally stopped, he turned the wheelchair to the right and pushed it through a sliding metal door with a small square shaped window stained in blood. A malodorous smell of decay filled your nose as you looked around the surgical room you were brought into. People had been in here before. Any person could have felt the same way you felt when you brought into the small lair of that vile tall man that spoke so emotionlessly, that he, too, had no soul.

When he stopped you in front of metal table with leather bounds on the side, began panicking once you saw him walk by the table’s side, leaning down to the ground and rising up with a scalpel in his right hand. He stared at you for a second, before turning around and walking up towards the sink. He turned on the water, washing the sharp metal object’s stains of blood away. He began humming again, just before singing in a light tone that had some sort of emotion, but behind it was mixed evil of malice behavior and sadistic abnormal thought that was going to proceed soon.

“Born free…as free as the wind blows, as free as the grass grows, born free to follow your heart,” He sung, placing the scalpel to the side of the sink, before washing his hands, “live free and beauty surrounds you, the world still astounds you, each time you look up at a star.” Once he finished cleaning his hands, he turned off the sink and picked up the scalpel, walking towards. You began struggling, attempting to break free of the straps that bounded you still to the chair. But you pause once he grabbed your forehead and pointed the scalpel at you.

He tilted his head left and right before letting you go and backing away and pushing the wheelchair back a little. He turned around and glanced around. He began walking towards a cabinet on the right, opening the doors, searching for another item. You felt this was your chance to break out, but you were startled by an angry groan before a foot collided into the right side of your face, causing you to fall over. You were dazed from the blow, but managed to glance at the angry tall man staring down at you, holding a hacksaw in his left hand.

He soon settled down and brushed back his hair, before putting your wheelchair back up. Your body was already racked with pain as the painkillers wore off. The tall man set down the scalpel and hacksaw on the table before digging into his right pocket. Eventually, he pulled out a strange small capsule, glancing back at you for a few seconds, before staring back at his capsule. He slid the lid open from the top, taking out a small needle loaded with yellow liquid that caused you to become nervous, more than the sharp tools on his table.

“The doctors are too stingy when it comes to certain objects needed here. They never understood that goddess never did like those who were greedy. You know what they say, sinners go to Plutonium. I see sin all over you, it’s not easy to hide it, you know?” He asked walking over to you. “It’s not easy at all.” Before you had a chance to respond, he injected the needle into the right side of your neck, injecting the strange chemical fluid that sent a burning sensation painfully through your body, causing you to yell in agony from its inner-scorching trail left behind in your body.

He backed away and made not another remark from his chemical’s work. Instead, he turned around and picked up the scalpel and stabbed it into your left hand, causing you to cry out again in pain. The man simply sighed, as if he was disappointed from his results and decided to stab your right hand, causing you cry out even more in pain. His intentions were unclear on what he was looking for, but his cruel nature was too much to bear. Your body was screaming pain from all directions.

“The liquid was supposed to numb your pain, but I guess I have to just work on it again. I will be back, stay here. When I get back, I must get rid of those hands and those eyes.” He said walking behind you and exiting the room as you stared at your hands, bleeding to the ground.

When he was gone, you started struggling again, even though the pain was spreading still throughout your body, in order to break free of his blasted leather binds. A few more minutes it took for you to finally get your wrists free. Once your wrists were free from the loose binds, you quickly free your feet and got out of the chair. You gritted your teeth in pain, staring at your bleeding palms that required immediate medical attention. Looking around, the tall man, whoever he was, was going to return and not be so happy of you being out of your wheelchair. Quickly heading off to the sink, you turned on the water and started washing away the blood from your hands before going into the cabinet, searching for disinfected alcohol.

When you found one bottle, you did not waste time to pour some down on each of your hand, gasping out a painful cry from its stinging touch. After setting it down, you quickly took out your bandage wraps and wrapped them around your palms, at least glad you took them with you from before. When you were settled, but still in slight pain, you took out your painkillers and took two pills, hoping to preserve them. You did not waste time to leave the room and entered into the hallway he took you by.

A sign was in front of you, nailed to the wall, informing you of an elevator to your right and the manager’s office to your left. There was also a few rooms and two bathrooms located on both sides, but they did not seem too important to you. Your objective was to escape this facility. You believed the elevator was your best route out of this floor, so you headed right quickly, but was soon almost impaled by a sharp metal rod, once the tall man came out from the right side of you, hidden inside of a room. You fell flat to the ground, looking back in fear at the man who stared at you with his same emotionless look.

“She sees all, all that stand before her, all that hides from her, all that believes in her!” He yelled, lifting his metal rod up with both ends and bringing it down. You quickly rolled to the right and got up quickly from the ground, running as fast as you can push yourself down the hallway. It felt trite to you that you mostly ran down hallways, but also annoying for the fact they were too difficult to deal with. It was straight, and then turns from left and right, but the style continued. You managed to use objects to slow your pursuer down, but you feared you might reach a dead end.

“SHE SEES ALL! GOD SEES ALL!” He yelled, picking up his pace as you sweated and panted in your escape from this madman. When you took a right, you spotted an elevator as the sign had told you, but you also spotted a stairway on the other side of it. You decided to take the stairway, since the elevator would have taken time like the other one before to reach its destination. You rammed your shoulder, painful it was, into the door, forcing your way into the stairway. You started running down the steps as the madman behind you entered the stairway, staring at you frustrated. He did not like this chase, but he was not giving up.

When you reached the bottom floor, you ran to the door, but had to fall to the right, dodging by luck from the madman’s crashing steel that almost took you out. He got up from the ground and noticed his weapon was embedded into the weak concrete. He growled and let go of it, heading towards you, but you did not waste a second from getting up and running up the steps, being chased by him. You continued heading up until you reached the top floor spotting a Fuse box and a door leading into a power room. It was larger than you could have imagined once you busted through the door and quickly hid in the shadows. Generators, cables, and wires were everywhere.

“I smell your sin, it reeks of the devil.” The crazed man spoke as he entered into the room, looking around. Silence was the only thing that would conceal your position alongside the darkness, so you had to think of a way to escape this man. When he walked ahead, over the wires, you spotted the lever to start up the power. It would at least provide some sort of distraction that would enable your escape out the room. Crawling over to it, you made careful movements, and kept your breathing low. The pain from the strange liquid was still upon you and seemed that the painkiller only numbed some of it. The pain was going to be a difficult obstacle for you in this plan of escape.

“I must burn the flesh, the flesh of sin. That way, the goddess will notice me. She will love me more, more than you.” He grumbled as he continued looking around. When you managed to make your way to the lever, you reached up to it and pulled it, but it was too difficult due to the rust on its sides. You panicked, knowing he might just hear your struggling to pull the handle down, but you did not stop. You had to escape and so, with enough strength, you pulled it hard and managed to not only make a loud noise, you managed to start up all the generators.

“Where are you?!” He cried out, this was your chance. You managed to make your way quickly as the generators buzzed and once you got out the room, you sighed in relief. But once you turned to make your way down the stairs quickly, the Fuse box exploded in sparks, stunning you and burning the side of your face. This caused you to cry out in pain, attracting the madman’s attention. You silently cursed your luck, and got up from the ground, but had no time to escape the man’s crushing fist that struck your stomach, knocking the air right out of you. “I must burn the flesh!” He cried out, grabbing your neck and lifting you high in the air with both hands. You grabbed his wrists as he turned towards the stairs, planning to toss you down the steps of death. “We are the goddess children; you are not welcome in her world!” He cried out.

You decided to at least fight back, instead of struggling and kick him back. The blow from your foot stunned him as he released you from his grip and stumbled back into the Fuse box. You stared in terror as he started to cry out in pain from the shocking electricity that travelled through his body, scorching his insides and ravaging his heart. His skin was becoming severely burn and on his forehead, a large burnt mark appeared. He managed to break free, but stumbled against the metal rail. He reached out to you, trying to muster out words from his scorched throat, but had no time to react once the rail broke apart causing him to fall off the top floor. You quickly looked down and watched as he plummeted down with his eyes widened in shock. You flinch once you heard the sound of flesh being pierce when he plummeted down into the sharp rod that was embedded into the ground. It impaled through his back and out his chest as the back of his skull crushed the ground hard. Blood splattered and soon started to spread when he was staring up at the bright light in the ceiling, still and unresponsive.

You breathed heavily, resting on the ground, relieved you did not need to worry about that man anymore. Though, you felt bad he was killed in such a horrible way. When you finally regained your breath, you took two more painkillers and limped down the stairs. You did not want to look back down at the dead man again, instead, it was best to just leave the area. When you made it back to the floor he had you in, you pressed the button, calling the elevator. When it arrived, you entered and pressed the first floor button. As soon as the doors closed, you rest against the wall, feeling sleep taking its toll, but you had no time for that. You had to survive and escape; sleeping was just an invitation to death.

Once the elevator arrived at its designated floor, the doors open and you were greeted with darkness. You wished that you had your flashlight, forgetting that it was gone after being capture. At least you still had more pills and batteries.