The first thing you encounter? The splitting headache. You try to move your arms to massage your temples, but you encounter a resistance. You take a deep breath, and open your eyes.

You're surrounded by boxes and various furnitures in a large open space, while you're sitting in a simple wooden chair with a cushion. The ground beneath you seems to be a wooden floor, but it's cold, and the only light comes from a few lightbulbs in the ceiling. You look down to your leg, finding a cast around your injury. You try to take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but soon, you're hyperventilating. You struggle your arms again, hearing the rattle of chains. Now you feel the cuffs around your wrists, pinning your arms behind the chair.

"Oh! You're awake!" says a gentle voice.

You hold your breath. You stare forward, as the sound of hooves echo behind you.

"How are you feeling, my love?" Fluttershy asks, trotting in front of you.

You glare at her, biting your lip and remaining silent.

"Oh come now, Anon. This is going to get a lot easier for the both of us if you can at least play along."

She turns away from you, coming back with a glass of water.

"You need your fluids, you lost some blood on the way over here."

She puts a pink straw with tons of crazy loops and holds it up to your mouth. You look down at the clear liquid, and turn your head away. Who knows what the fuck is in that? This isn't okay. None of this is alright. You try to move your legs, but find them tied to the chair.

"Young man, if you don't drink your fluids, I'll have to get out the IV. Do you really want me to put needles in you?"

You growl at the mare.

"Fuck you."

"In time, Anon," she says happily, bringing the straw closer to your lips.

You let the straw into your mouth and carefully sip. It tastes like water. No salty tastes. No weird powders at the bottom. You take another gulp. Then another. Then, the whole glass. The dry, slimy taste in your mouth washes down, and you can't help but feel more refreshed.

"There, isn't that nice?" Fluttershy asks gently. "Things are just going to be so much easier if you behave."

"Kidnapping isn't my fetish, Fluttershy," you growl.

She stares at you, and smiles.

"Why, Anon. I think you're misreading the situation. We're past that step now. If I can't find a way to let you love me. I will teach you to love me."

You glare at the horse as she turns to a pitcher of water, filling the glass once more.

"Here, you'll need more," she says. "After you've let this sit, I have some food so we can try to up your blood sugar."

You lean your head away and Fluttershy frowns. She takes deep breath and sets the glass by the pitcher.

"Alright. I can see you're not willing to work with me right now. That's fine. I'll come back to check on you in a little while. Don't go anywhere, my love.~"

You grit your teeth as Fluttershy trots up a set of stairs, opens the door, and exits your prison. You struggle against your cuffs once more before giving up. You close your eyes and lean forward in your chair.

"Fuck," you mutter to yourself. "Now what do I do?"