Four hours of story telling.
From childhood, until that moment.

No interruptions, no questions. Some parts told calmly, others a bit faster. Sometimes the unavoidable tears from both of them.
She didn't take her eyes out of him, which made her prisoner confused. Was she afraid of him escaping, or was she paying full attention?
Probably both of them.

He finished talking, and she takes carefully the bottle of water to his mouth. He thanked her for her kindness despite his situation.

"um... you're welcome..." - she mumbled.

"So... can I know your name now..?" - Mane asked in a tired tone.

"Why do you still wanna know?"

"Because in my afterlife, I wanna know your name. Not only because you'll kill me, but I'll admit... I never saw somepony like you before, deadly but at the same time beautiful in every aspect..."

She blushed with an insecure mood.

"... I can see in your eyes, my story isn't that different from yours in many ways, so It seems we talk the same language. And sometimes, you look guilty of the things you do. You just have to admit... you have a mental illness..."

Her face changed in slight anger, somehow giving her a cute look in Mane's perspective.
He shows a tiny smile to her.

The mare's mind was spiraling, taking her hooves to her head, has if she was getting a brainstorm in her deep conscious.
All Mane could do was looking at her confusion and await for a result...

"Should I trust him... he looks so nice than he looks..."

"WHAT the FUCK are you thinking?? He tried to kill you!"

"But he was so open about himself... and he had his reasons..."

"And he will look way nicer when you cut him open!"

"You stopped to listen to his story... you even gave him water and some food..."

"Remember what he said! Your head is at a high price! And he came for that!"

"He knows I have problems... better yet, he noticed without me saying about It!"

"So what?! Just because a head hunter shared his story and called you beautiful doesn't mean anything!"

"We have the same issues in our pasts... but some of his are so cruel..."

"Are you even listening to me?!?!"

"... poor thing... they aren't comparable to some of mine..."

"Are you seriously crying of pity?! He's worthless!!! Just like you!! What good will he make for you?! Tell me! Look at what you did! You gained fame thanks to what you did to those who shamed you! This is your art! This made you worthy! And HE will be another piece!"

"You know what! I'm sick, I'm fucking sick of listening to you! I don't wanna listen to you!2

"Oh... is that It..? You know the consequences, like last year..."

"I'm willing to try!!" - she shouted out of her mind.

"What the fuck?!"

She glanced at him with a terrifying face, never seen before in his life, a death stare in one eye, and a desperate sad look in the other.
One side was metaphorically sparking in rage and death, and the other in sadness and despair.

The mare rushed at the big tools table and grabbed the hatchet, and aimed at Mane's head.
His expression changed from confusion to a expressionless one, as if she made up her mind.

"At least make it quick... goodbye..."

And he closed his eyes awaiting his fate, and with a loud bang, the hatchet lands right by his side, failing his head.
In the end of the grip, her hoof holding It with the rest of her in the unusual bipedal pose.
She takes out the hatchet of the wood and hits one of the chains holding the stallion with all her might, making the chain stretch, between his hoof and the wall. With the hit, It made his limb hurt with the shock of steel on metal but It did the job.
His front right hoof was free.

"What are you doing?!"

"A move of faith!"

The hatchet flew close of his head, and he could feel the cold steel swinging close of his muzzle.

"Girl! What's happening to you?!"

"Help me!.." - she cried in a despair tone - "...to kill you!" - her voice changed in rage.

She throws the hatchet at his lower zone, landing right between his legs.

"HEY!!!! NOT WHILE I'M ALIVE!!!" - He shouted in all of his panic.

Now she was holding a machete, lighter and quicker.
"Now I won't fail!"

She cuts the air with a swinging sound, and in just in time, he raised his head to avoid getting his throat cut, making her fail by a centimeter.

"STAND STILL!!" - She screamed - "KEEP MOVING!" - Her voice changed

"What the hell are you saying?!!"

She held her hoof with the other, holding the machete in the air, and looks at him, this time looking more desperate than outraged. Her voice saying "kill", but her eyes saying "help".
"A battle with her inner demon..."

She let the machete fell, and before It could strike his head, she shoves her strength to the right, failing completely towards the ground, and cutting the last right chain.
His right side was completely free, and he takes the chance to flee away from the table, in the left wall direction were the chains were, free to move but in a limited range.

Mane started to try pull the chains from the wall in hope to break the steel pegs and be completely free.
When a rather familiar noise was heard behind him, the sound of a mechanical running, filled with steel and energy. Something that brought back memories, scary ones...

He turns around and sees something he has seen before in her hooves...
A brass bock with small steel blades rotating in the an elliptic bar, powered not by electricity but a new technology that has been studied by the Equestrian scientists in the last years.

"No... It can't be... It's the once stolen prototype, stolen by the dead "Greasy Butcher"..."

She charges at him with the device, and he slides out of her way just in time, and the machine hits the concrete wall, sparking rock bits everywhere.

"STAND STILL YOU FUCK!!!"

"NEVER!"

The mare slashes the air, waving the heavy device with some difficulty, in a desperate way to kill him in one strike.
She holds the device behind her head and with a groan, charges a strike.
Again, Mane took her difficulties for chance and dodged the attack, and stretching the last two chains, the device cuts clean his chains.

"Free at last..."

Her nerves cracked.
"You dumb bitch!! LOOK WHAT YOU DID! GET HIM!!! HE CAN'T ESCAPE!!!"

"SHUT UP!!"

Mane takes out the magic ring, and his magic was flowing back in his horn. Stronger than before.

While the out of control mare continued to try in killing him, Mane kept teleporting around the room, dodging every attack and in a hope she would loose her energies. But it seemed every attempt was only bringing her even more.
Rage was a fuel for both of them. The fury of the battle.

But in that rare case, Mane didn't want to escape or kill her. He saw something on her.
Not a maniac that kills for killing, but somepony with a true issue.

"Girl! Stop!"

"NO!"

"I want to help you!"

"Yes please!"

"Legit?!"

"NO!"

"Make up your mind!"

Again, charges him but more slowly. She was getting worn out, by the point of heavy breathing. Finally, she couldn't hold the machine in her hooves.

The unicorn took the chance, and magically took the weapon out of her hooves, threw It to a corner and zapped her in a paralytic spell, and to end It, he glued her four hooves to the ground with his magic.
They stood there, Mane observing her at distance, and she stood there, burying her face in the marble floor with her whole body paralyzed.
As soon he gets closer, she tries to bite his face off but she stands face to face with him by a field of centimeters.

"Miss... please... listen to me."

Her only answer was more attempts with her white teeth, and each one more savage, starting to drop saliva in his face and floor. She stopped... and growled...

"They don't know your appearance..." - his horn started glowing - "but the fury they described was right... you're wild... I like it..."

She didn't move, only showing a glance between her razor straight mane, a feral one, followed by her heavy breathing.

"You know... I'm not gonna kill you, besides, I may not know your true name... but I know some of the nicknames..."

He pointed his horn at her direction, and glowing even stronger, illuminating the whole room.
She growled louder.

"... "Bloody Mare"..."The Cannibal of Ponyville"..."The Organ Eater"... or should I call you... "Cupcake Killer"?"

Hearing those last 2 names, made her scream to the point that her throat was hurting.
And with a strong zap in her forehead, she fell dead in her tracks, asleep in the marble, like nothing of that happened...