Months passed and Sweetie clenched her eyes each day and accepted whatever happened during her working hours. Her body was nearly numb, the ache in her chest dulling the jabbing pains others inflicted on her.

She felt lost, the search was over and Rarity had given up on her. Her only source of hope had been violently extinguished by the headline of her local newspaper. Her only comfort was the liquor she was sometimes given privilege to; of that,she eagerly drank and allowed it’s heat to swell within her body, rocking her like the embrace of her sorely missed family. She had nearly forgotten the tunnel that she had laboriously dug over the past few years. What did escape matter? Rarity didn’t care anymore. To her, Sweetie was a murder victim, a ghost from long ago from which she only wanted freedom.

Unfortunately, her lack of enthusiasm had been noted by many of her customers and the continued corpse-like lack of resistance was causing a stir. Her alcohol stopped coming again with her daily meals and the broken mare began to shiver, shudder, and shake from the withdrawal. Even this, however, did not endorse Sweetie’s desired levels of activity. Her captor was forced to step in.

Sweetie lay on her bed, both stained with the brown streaks of released fluids of her lovers. She had stopped bathing regularly was like a bruise from the accumulated putrescence of several days visits coloring her a sickening yellowed amber. Her stomach tightened suddenly and she loosed what little food she had consumed earlier in the day upon the pillow where her head rested miserably. She only wished the detoxification process would kill her.

“Get up you miserable little shit,” the distorted voice of her captor barked through the speaker at the iron door of her cell.

Sweetie lay still and smelled the sick soaking into her pillow as if she had not heard. After a moment, a growl came through the speaker, “You will get up and you will fuck the way you are supposed to fuck or I’m going to have to open your skull with a hammer!”

A sudden fire shot through Sweetie and she bolted up. “Do it! Come in here and kill me! You coward! Do me the only favor and kindness you can and just kill me!” Her whole body trembled with desire. She didn’t care anymore. All she wanted was freedom and death was the only freedom she would ever acquire. Tears rolled down her eyes in defeat as she realized that she had been completely broken. All this time she had held onto a faint hope and now it was dead. For the first time, she truly did not want to live any longer and the threats of violence no longer frightened her; in fact, they were her new hope. She imagined a goon or even Filthy himself repeatedly bringing a hammer down against her head. She could almost hear the splintering bones, the wet packing sound of meat, and the sickening pop as her skull finally gave. It seemed beautiful.

There was silence after her espousement. Her words were dingy and tinged with a matter of factness that could not be falsified. The silence went on for several moments and Sweetie waited for the sound of the door opening, her breath trapped in her breast. Suddenly the voice creaked through the speaker once more, “I see. Perhaps you really don’t care about yourself any longer. You will need some other form of inspiration.” The voice seemed to drip with pleasure, a certain amount of glee engorging each word. “If you won’t cooperate, I’ll be forced to bring a new plaything under my control. I’ve often been asked to bring some older blood into the operation.” The voice stopped in order to gauge the response from the young mare.

Sweetie’s invigoration froze solid as the implications began to set in upon her. He didn’t mean …

“You know, your sister Rarity is still quite beautiful and I don’t think anyone would think her disappearance that shocking. They would assume she moved away in an effort to recuperate from the loss of her sister.” The voice was nearly laughing at this point, “And she’d be down here getting raped the whole time. What’s more entertaining, is it would be your fault, Sweetie Belle. Perhaps she could share the room with you and you could watch her hope drain away while each new stallion broke her little by little. Is that what you want?”

The whitish unicorn’s head sank and she couldn’t help but cry. He had her. She knew it. The only thing that would keep her performing he had used against her. She couldn’t even allow herself to think of condemning her beloved Rarity to this life. She thrust her hooves into the mattress and bit her tongue in defeat.

“Very well. You should expect a reunion very soon, darling,” the voice teased.

Sweetie bolted to her hooves, “NO! Please! I’ll … I’ll do it. Please don’t hurt her. Don’t do this to her.” She had traversed the small room and was pleading at the speaker, her hooves raking the wall around it in desperation. Her small voice broke and crackled in sorrow.

The speaker laughed and it sounded like insects caught in a tin can. “Good girl. Clean yourself up. Get ready for your next customer. The next time you cost me money, your sister will make up the difference.”

Sweetie turned on the shower dejectedly and let the warm water roll down her head and neck. She lathered herself with soap mechanically and reflected upon her misery. She was trapped.

Her green eyes were dim and lifeless as they rolled over the tiles she had painstakingly loosened over years. The tunnel by which she had meant to escape lay hidden behind those tiles. It had all been for nothing. She didn’t know how much more dirt lay between herself and freedom. She could dig forever and never reach the surface. She had given up on escape.

The water turned cold and the mare let its gelid shower glide down her too-lean back, rolling in thin lines between her exposed ribs. Her dim eyes focused on those loose, grimy tiles when a thought shot through her mind. What if her captor didn’t keep his word? Filthy was always looking for a profit. He could very easily capture Rarity and bring her here without Sweetie’s knowledge. If he had thought of it, he may pursue the business endeavor even with Sweetie’s acceptance of terms.

Sweetie’s body chilled but not from the cold water coursing her emaciated body, it was horror that sent shivers through the mare. Focusing on the tiles once more, Sweetie gently kneeled and pulled them free to reveal the narrow space she had been excavating for so long. Knowing that Filthy was untrustworthy, Sweetie slipped inside the crevice and almost slithered into the earthen hole.

On all sides, Sweetie was pinched; the hole was barely big enough to accommodate even her lithe frame and a sense of claustrophobia threatened to smother the unicorn youth. Leaving the electric light spilling from the shower hole behind, Sweetie inched her way through the blackness with the bows of her forelegs, the scent of earth filling her olfactories. She wasn’t sure how much time she had and knew she would have to wash away the mud that was already greasing her wet coat. She just wanted to scrape a few hooves of dirt away. Although she knew not how far she would need to dig, she knew it was her only chance at saving Rarity. She had to try, trusting Filthy was a mistake.

Sweetie soon bumped her muzzle against a wall of dirt in the bleak darkness and began scraping with her hooves, hearing the rich earth crumbling before her. It was a slow process but she maintained her scraping for a few minutes and began edging upward slightly. She was pushing her time and she knew it. There was always a lull in her visitors for sleep but that time hadn’t come. She would come back then and dig more. Blindly, the unicorn youth backed through the narrow tunnel sweeping much of the newly dug dirt with her.

Sweetie barely had time to stuff the dirt into the drain of the shower and get clean before she heard the heavy metal door open and slam shut. A customer called for her and she rapidly replaced the tiles just as he peered into the shower. She smiled sweetly to this stallion and played her part beautifully. She made sure none of her clients left unsatisfied and after a while returned to her tunnel to dig.

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Sweetie had hardly slept in a week. Her renewed vigor to warn Rarity propelled the youth’s extra activities. During her working hours, she was as wild and nasty as her customers wanted. She was a perfect little nymphomaniac, unable to get enough and literally milking their cries of ecstasy with perfect passion, but, when she was given rest, she returned to her digging and made unbelievable progress. Twice she had stopped the shower’s drain to the point of near-flooding but was able to use her experienced lips to suck the blockage free. She was being reckless, but time was against her and she knew it.

In her tunnel once more, the unicorn tore at the elevated path she had rent from the earth. Her body was coated in mud and sweat and yet her hooves scratched onward, the dirt crumbling under the hard fiber. She coughed at the tightness of the air around her, barely able to move under the rolling debris and crushing space of the tunnel. Ploughing forward, the earth seemed to suddenly become soft, tearing free in great clumps that pelted the youth as they fell and rolled passed her. Sweetie’s hooves ripped away at the pappy turf until her whitish coat suddenly glowed as a tiny aperture appeared before her.

It was if her heart exploded. Her whole body felt tingly with excitement at the faint glimmering beam of moonlight that gleamed down onto the unicorn. Soft, wet noises escaped Sweetie and words could not express the emotions pouring through her body as she pierced her hoof through the hole and dragged her body out onto the soft grass of the meadow. Having seen nothing but electric light for years, the moon’s silvery light bathed her in a warmth unknown. The open space and flowing air rolled across her body and she shivered out of joy. The sounds of crickets in the summer night was a symphony of the most exquisite music she had ever heard. Reveling in her freedom, Sweetie cried in mirth. After so long, she had freed herself. She giggled gently as she wept and pulled grass and dandelions to her her muzzle to smell. Everything suddenly seemed brighter and though she was sure she would never be able to forget her imprisonment, she had this moment. This one minute of purity and tranquility.

Momentarily distracted, Sweetie hopped to her hooves and turned to survey her surroundings. Thankfully, she could make out buildings a short distance away and as she galloped closer, her memory told her it was Ponyville. She had been so close to home the entirety of her imprisonment and that knowledge stung her.

As she came under the shadows of the first house, she realized that she needed to be careful. She didn’t know who worked for Filthy Rich. She needed to get to Carousel Boutique before any authorities could be notified. She was too concerned for the safety of her beloved sister to go anywhere else.

Crouching in the shadows, the youth darted from home to home. She could see that the night was young and she could hear voices now and again from the street. She ducked behind trash containers and shrunk into corners as shadows passed her. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she waited for ponies to pass. Slowly, she made her way towards Carousel Boutique.

She came from behind, sticking to the shadows as she crossed the street to the doors of her sister’s business and residence. Just as she reached the stairs, the door swung open and a nervous looking Rarity stepped out and shut the door behind her, not seeing Sweetie at first.

Sweetie looked upon her lovely sister, she looked somewhat harrowed against the memory Sweetie held. She supposed it was only natural as she had aged. Her light gray coat seemed silvery from worry and the cosmetics she wore couldn’t quite hide the thin lines that had grown on her face.

Rarity turned and their eyes met. Sweetie weakly smiled and suddenly began sobbing, running up to Rarity and hugging her tightly. Rarity was shocked and looked down, the troubled look vanishing from her features as she wrapped her hooves around her younger sister. “There you are, Sweetie … where have you been?” She looked around quickly, surveying the area for others and held Sweetie tightly to her. “It doesn’t matter. Come inside,” her voice trembled slightly.

“No!” Sweetie interrupted, “We have to go. He’ll come for you. He’ll get us both! We have to run away tonight. We have to tell somebody!”

Rarity opened the door and tried to soothe the younger unicorn, tugging her inside. “It’s okay, darling. Who will come get us? We’ll go, but you have to tell me what happened first. Come inside, Sweetie.”

Sweetie sat uncomfortably and told her story to Rarity, eyes flickering to the windows and the door fretfully as she explained what had happened. Rarity nodded gently, she had regained her nervous appearance and gently stroked Sweetie as she listened.

“Goodness,” Rarity spoke, “how did you ever escape?”

“I dug a hole. It took years, but I had to warn you. I couldn’t let him do that to you.” Sweetie embraced Rarity and nuzzled into her, years of torture momentarily melting under the softness of Rarity’s touch. Sweetie had grown in her internment and was almost exactly the same size as her beloved sister. Sweetie reflected on this momentarily and mourned her lost childhood.

“Take me to the hole, Sweetie. I … I want to see it.” Rarity’s horn began to ignite and she looked angrily to her sister. “I will make them pay, Sweetie. I promise.”

Sweetie shivered and shook her head. “No, please. He’ll get us both. Please, let’s go get a guard and let them handle it.”

Rarity grimaced and growled. “Nobody does this to you, Sweetie, and gets away with it. Take me to it. With all the paperwork involved, by the time we get a guard, they’ll have figured out what happened and cover the hole. They’ll never be able to find where you were kept.”

Sweetie’s eyes shimmered with tears and she shook her head. “Please. Let’s just run away then. I just want to be with you. Don’t make me go back there.”

Rarity scowled and she stomped her hooves, her horn flaring viciously. “Nothing can stop what I’m going to do, Sweetie. If it is Filthy Rich, I’ll make him pay, I promise. now take me to the hole.”

Sweetie shivered but nodded gently and pulled from Rarity’s embrace. She had never seen this side of her sister before. There was something frightening about it. Her voice tone was eerie and yet somehow familiar. “Ok.”

The pair slid through the streets of Ponyville stealthily. Each one afraid someone would recognize Sweetie Belle. They came to the meadow and Sweetie pointed out the hole with one hoof. “There it is. Please, let’s just go. Don’t go down there.”

“Are you sure it was Filthy Rich? How do you know it was him?” Rarity still looked mad but also somewhat quisitive.

“He was the first one to .. to do me. He said it was good business.” Sweetie looked to the ground and shrunk visibly.

“I’ll tear his stallionhood off for this. Let’s go Sweetie.” Rarity motioned to the hole. “I’ll be right with you. It’s time we got some revenge.”

Sweetie did not want to return into that hole or to the room deep underground. She worried for not only her own safety but that of her sister’s. She could see how angry Rarity was and trusted the power of her magic, and as much as she’d like to know that Filthy Rich was punished, this was not what she had expected when she had burst onto the surface a short while ago. “what about the door, Rarity? It’s really strong.”

Rarity’s horn flared again and a bright streak flew across the field to a tree at the edge of the forest; in a flash of light, it was gone, a few smoldering limbs was all that remained. “Nothing will stop me, Sweetie. Nothing.”

Slowly, Sweetie crawled into the hole, Rarity’s magical glow giving off light as she followed close behind. The fit was tight but the pair crawled through the tunnel and into the shower. Rarity looked around and seemed to grow more upset as she regarded the excavated tiles. “This is how you did it?”

“Yeah…” Sweetie’s voice was weak and she was terribly uncomfortable to be back in her cell.

“Ingenius. No wonder it took you so long to escape.” Rarity’s voice was emotionless and cold. She stepped from the shower and out of the bathroom to the small room with the disgusting bed and the metal door.

Sweetie followed slowly and stood embarrassed at the site of her imprisonment. “Can’t we just leave, Rarity? Please.”

“No.”

Rarity turned on Sweetie, her horn blazing violently as her magic grasped the youth and lifted her from the floor.

“What are you …” Sweetie wasn’t able to finish her sentence as she was slammed against the wall hard. She let out a wail and crashed to the floor beside the bed.

“I have to hand it to you, little sister. Nobody has ever escaped before. You’ve really shown initiative and ingenuity.” Rarity smirked, her lips curved into a vile grin. Her eyes showed respect but also intense rage.

Sweetie could tell her shoulder had broken and she barely lifted herself from the floor, eyes pouring tears. “What … what do you mean?”

“You foolish little slut. You thought Filthy Rich had imprisoned you here? That idiot couldn’t furnish such an endeavor as this. He might know something about business, but he lacks the balls to actually build a harem.” Rarity chuckled to herself and gazed evilly at the injured Sweetie Belle. “Although he was more than happy to visit. He paid a lot of bits to have you first. He always pays top rates for the young ones.”

Sweetie realized what was going on and her soul seemed to shatter. Tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably and her throat nearly closed as she sobbed. ‘You … you did this to me, Rarity?”

Rarity grinned and stood over her young sister. “Oh, you figured it out. Good girl.” Magic whirled and whacked Sweetie across the face, turning her head viciously and spinning her to the floor.

The injured mare twisted to look up at the only thing that had helped her, that had given her hope and wailed with betrayal. “I … I loved you! Why?”

“Did you really think that stupid boutique was how I made money? I thought you would have guessed. I’m sorry, Sweetie, but it’s just business. I have several other mares down here but none are as young and pretty as you. I needed something new and you were the sweetest of possibilities. I knew your sexy little body would be an investment like no other.” Rarity stated all of this matter-of-factly and emotionlessly.

Sweetie’s heart broke and she could feel her mind slipping away. It had been too much. Her entire reason for living was gone, her sanity would soon follow.

“Now, what to do about this. You will be completely useless if I don’t do something quickly and I don’t plan on losing you yet. You have a lot of working years left before I have to “dispose” of you.” Rarity loved it, she was feeling aroused with power and her grin was sickening. “Ah, I know. Just hold still, Sweetie.”

Magic began to swirl again and Sweetie clenched her eyes against the pain of what was to come.

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Sweetie Belle awoke in her miserable little room. She sighed and rolled over on her bed, jerking suddenly as pain shot through her shoulder and foreleg. She had forgotten about having a broken shoulder. She couldn’t quite remember how it happened but assumed that was because of the liquor. So much of her life was spent slipping in and out of consciousness that she wasn’t sure what was real and what was a dream anymore.

“Here’s your food. No liquor today. Deal with it.” The voice of her captor spoke through the speaker and Sweetie cringed. It was going to be a bad day without the alcohol. She would be sick while she served her customers. She closed her eyes and focused her hate for Filthy Rich, the stallion who had imprisoned her here. Slowly, she rose and went to the gray mush that was her daily meal. As she swallowed the disgusting slop, she thought of Rarity.

Rarity. her beloved sister.

Someday she would get out. She would be reunited with Rarity again. That thought was the only thing that gave her hope in her miserable little life.

Author's Notes:

Probably the darkest story I have written. Sorry it took so long to finish.