Warning this is extremely dark, be prepared. The next actual chapter will be out as soon as I get my computer back from the shop. This is something that’s happening in the background of the main story.

Spiral bonus chapter 1

The void walked down the passage of his inner sanctum and couldn’t help but smile. He stood at least as tall as an alicorn with a large pair of membraneus wings extending from his back, a sharp horn extended from his forehead. His hide was covered in sleek red fur and his hooves echoed off of the cobblestone floors as he walked. As he strode down the hallway he noticed several husks going about their business but ignored them. The affairs of others were hardly his concern at the moment, besides he was off to see his favorite little toy.

He entered the room and his smile grew more pronounced as he saw her lying on the floor. When she’d first arrived she’d always held herself so nobly, now however she spent the majority of her time when he wasn’t there to provide entertainment curled up on the floor. The room’s floor was covered by a soft red carpet that seemed to purr ever so slightly once he entered the room causing her to glance up at him. Oh how he enjoyed that look in her eyes, it was a mix of hate, loathing, and his absolute favorite emotion of all, defiance. A softy violin played in the background giving the room an odd ambiance.

“And how are you today my dear?” He asked her stepping forward.

“Fuck you.” She said quietly in a strained voice.

“Oh now, why so touchy my dear?” The void asked with a smile. As he strode towards her, the carpet seemed to slither underneath her causing his captive shudder violently.

“She will find me you know, and when she does she’ll kill you!” She told him softly, she’d long learned better then to waste energy shouting.

“Ah so you’re still holding out for that are you?” The void asked with a malevolent smile on his face.

“Go away.” She said with a grimace as the carpet caressed her legs.

“But dear one we haven’t even started yet.” The void replied with a dark chuckle. Suddenly the carpet forced his captive to her hooves.

The void chuckled again, as always he’d been looking forward to this all week. He walked over to one of the walls and forced his hoof through the black substance which parted as easily as silk. He withdrew a thin sleek knife whose black blade glowed giving off a hungry red light. He approached the captive and through the carpet he felt her stiffen when she saw the blade.

“Not that again, please.” She begged.

“Oh but I do so enjoy it I honestly can’t imagine doing something besides this.” The void said succulently savoring each word as if they were the sweetest fruit.

With those words the void drew the knife slowly across his captive’s right side opening up a deep slash that began to bleed profusely on the carpet which purred with joy and slithered around the captive’s legs. He drew the knife out of her skin giving it an extra twirl at the end of just for the fun of it. His captive screamed in pain, that was one of the great joys about the tools at his disposal. No matter what pain they’d inflicted before they always found some way to make the next cut painful in a new and unique way.

With a slight smile the void stabbed down into the left side of his captive’s back slicing deeper into it then he had with the last cut and drew the knife down until it reached her flanks. He then waited till the skin had regenerated around the blade before he jerked it out suddenly causing a fresh scream of pain.

To his delight he noticed that his captive had begun to cry. His long slit black tongue shot out of his mouth and licked them off of her face causing her to shudder and throw her head around trying to escape it. He withdrew his tongue before moving behind her. With deliberate slowness he ran his hooves over her hind legs slowly rising higher and higher.

Then just as he was about to reach her tail his stabbed the knife into the back of her leg right at the joint. She fell to her knees and into the waiting embrace of the carpet which slithered over her with undisguised glee. His captive moaned in pain and he stood behind her planning his next game, he’d never rape her, that broke toys and who liked broken toys? But that left him with the question of what to do with her?

Inspiration came to him and with a dark chuckle he moved back to the wall and withdrew a group of long needles. Without giving her any time to prepare for it he sent them spiraling into her flesh, she screamed as they sank in. Then he caused the needles to shatter into thousands of pieces before they started to slither under her skin. Then with the look of a loving father the void sent a wave of magic through the shards and they shot out of the prisoner opening up great ragged gashes across her body.

“So how are we feeling?” He asked her dipping his head closer to hers and putting his ear close to her mouth. She spit in it.

“Well that was informative my dear.” The void said giving her a smile.

“I hate you.” She whispered between gasps of breath.

“I know my dear one.” The void said as he patted her on the head like a dog. She began snarl something but it was lost in her sudden scream of pain as he jabbed a rod of black iron into her back with a simple spell. The carpet supported her and kept her from falling back to her knees as the void drove another length of iron through her body, this one directly through her ribs shattering several as it passed out her back.

He let her stay like that for a while until she’d learned to bare it, then he set them on fire and watched in interest as his captive squirmed and screamed as the flaming black spikes were driven into completely new positions. With a thought he turned the bars into liquid iron and sent them coursing through her veins still boiling hot. This elicited screams the likes of which he’d never heard from his captive. Slowly and with great patience the void withdrew the molten metal from her veins and sent it shooting out of her mouth in a great silvery wave. She retched and her own dinner soon joined the iron on the carpet much to the void’s amusement.

“I’d say that that’s enough for today wouldn’t you?” The void asked, then an exited look came over his face. “I just remembered someone sent me a new toy, it’s called salt and it has the most interesting properties.” He said, suddenly every wound that he’d opened up on her outer body reopened and started to bleed.

She moaned in pain and began to cry again but his tongue was there to catch the tears. He reached into a pouch at his side and withdrew a few hooffuls of salt and started to spread them across the wounds. When he’d finished the prisoner was shivering on the carpet which had begun to cling to her cleaning the salt out the wounds so that they could heal.

“Same time next week darling.” The void said before smacking her firmly on the flank and walking out of the room feeling satisfied. The prisoner shuddered and began to cry, the carpet flowed up over her face to lap up the tears but she’d grown used to that.

“Please I need you…” She whispered. “I don’t know how much longer I can remain sane, sister please…”

AN

Well that was not fun to write… so who was the prisoner? Any guesses out there?

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