Fuck man, this shit is killer on your neck. It's been hours down here in this basement. Your eyes continually scan the room for something, anything to help you with your current situation. Yet, each search only proves more and more futile.

It feels as if the chair you're strapped to is bolted down, or at very least, it's weighted. The entire basement seems to contain boxes and furniture. No knives. No keys. No random bottles. No hair pins. No random squeaky toys for animals. Fluttershy must have combed this place for any sort of weapon or object that you could have used against her. If only you could see what was behind you...

The feeling of helplessness plunges you even further into panic. There has to be a way to get out of here. There has to be a catch. But you have to figure it out. Preferably.

The door to the basement opens, and Fluttershy steps through, smiling down at you.

"Oh, sorry," she says teasingly.

She knocks on the basement door three gentle times.

"Were you expecting something like that before I walked in?"

You grit your teeth, not dignifying her with a response.

"Still not very talkative? That's fine. We'll have plenty of time to talk at dinner."

"I'm not going to eat a single morsel of slop that you put in front of my face," you growl at her.

"And starve? I won't force you. But I'm sure you'll eventually give into the hunger pains. I'll have plenty of yummy food that you'll like when you're finally ready to give in," she says with a skip in her step.

You hold your breath as she moves to the glass of water once more. She moves across the floor and brings the straw to your lips once more. You turn your head instinctively.

"Oh, come now, Anon. Do you really want me to hook you up to an IV? "

You smile, deciding to take a shot in the dark.

"Needles aren't my fetish, Fluttershy."

She pauses and stares at you carefully. Her tail flicks. Her ears wiggle as she ponders your statement.

"That's nice to know, but that wasn't my question," she says flatly. "Will you drink? Or IV. It's your choice."

Your stomach drops. Your eyes grow wide as she holds the glass to you once more. You have no idea what's in that. Sure, the first glass was fine, but then she filled it from the pitcher. The first glass could have been a decoy for the real stuff. But she glares at you. Her eyes dig deep in you, analyzing you, tearing apart your clothes piece by piece. You feel weak. You feel owned.

You lean your head away.

Fluttershy sighs and leans away, sipping from the water herself. Your eyes grow wide as she pulls an IV stand out of a box and a bag of clear fluid. She wheels the stand over to you and places the bag on a hook. She rips tubes out of sterile wrapping and preps the bag. Then, she pulls out a needled adapter.

"I'll drink the water," you say urgently, failing to hide the fear in your tone. "We don't have to do this."

"I'm afraid not, Anon. Not until you can trust me."

She moves behind you, out of your eyesight. You feel hooves holding your left arm. They press and push around your skin.

"Has any pony told you your veins are really tiny?" she says.

"Fluttershy, don't-"

Then, a prick. The needle digs it's way in your skin painlessly, but sends uncomfortable shivers though your arm. You feel the chill of the saline surge into your body, forcing you to grow goosebumps.

"There we go! Now don't fidget, or you'll start bleeding. Then we'll have to do all of this over again, and I'll have rub your nose in the mess you made."

You hear a piece of tape rip, then stick over the pressure in your arm.

"Understand? " she asks.

"Fear isn't my fetish, Fluttershy."

She walks around to face you, then stares you dead in the eye.

"Do you understand?"

"Being a hostage isn't my fetish."

"I won't ask a third time," she says.

You gulp. Her wings flare aggressively. She glares at you like an object. Devaluing you. Dominating you.

"I won't break the IV," you say softly.

"Good boy, " she says with a smile. "Now then, was that so hard?"

You hold your tongue as to not further poke the beast.

"Dinner will be ready soon. I'll send Harry to grab you when it's ready."

She trots away and ascends the stairs before looking back down at you one last time.

"Don't spoil your appetite!" she says in a low gentle voice. "I have a very, very special dessert planned."

The door closes.

You've got to get out of here.