The girl just looked at whom she assumed had captured her with great confusion and fear.

"I bet you didn't expect to see me again, did you?" Gilda asked, a smirk across her face, "But first, I have something to give to you."

*SMACK*

In less than a second, the girl felt a hard blow upon the left side of her face, followed by a blow to the other side, then the other again. After a dozen hard blows, Gilda finally stopped and grinned at the sight of the girl's tears.

"Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

"Mmpph."

"Awww, that's too bad," Gilda replied with another hard blow, causing the girl girl to cry in pain again.

"Now, down to business," Gilda said, "Why did you post all that shit about me?"

The girl didn't answer, prompting Gilda to slap the girl hard again.

"I SAID, WHY DID YOU POST THAT SHIT ABOUT ME?" she bellowed, slapping her again.

"Mmmpphh," the girl groaned.

Gilda went to slap the girl again, only to feel a firm grip on her wrist. She turned around to give whoever dared touch her a piece of her mind only to see a far more imposing figure.

"She can't answer you when she has a gag in her mouth," Tempest said.

Gilda turned around to look at the girl again and noticed the gag still fastened tightly in place, "Oh yeah, I guess I 'forgot'."

She yanked her arm free and unfastened the gag. The girl moved her tongue and jaw around to get more feeling back into them.

"Now, answer the question! Why did you post that shit about me?!"

"What shit?"

The girl groaned as Gilda kicked her in the shins.

"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME YOU STUPID BITCH!"

"I...don't..know...what...you're...talking about!" the replied between breaths.

The girl continued to cry as Gilda delivered another stinging blow to her face.

"STOP LYING SUNSET SHIMMER!"

The girl looked up at Gilda with confusion etched all over her face, "How...do you...even...know...my...name?"

*SMACK*

"ARGH!"

"I ASK THE QUESTIONS, BITCH! NOW," Gild furiously replied, before grabbing at the pony ears glued onto her head and pulling hard at them, causing the girl to scream cries of anguish,"WHERE IS YOUR RETARD OF A BOYFRIEND?!"

"I don't have one!" Shimmer cried.

Gilda let go of the pony ears and slapped Shimmer again, "DON'T LIE TO ME! WHERE! IS! HE?!"

"I'm not lying!" Shimmer replied, tears still falling, "I'm single! I always have been!"

Gilda grunted in annoyance before fastening the gag firmly back in place.

"I'll be back later, and you better stop pissing me around."

Gilda, accompanied by Tempest, left the room and locked the door, leaving Shimmer on her own. Shimmer, once more broke down into tears, desperately wishing her worsening nightmare wasn't really happening.

I've got a horrible feeling that we've got the wrong Sunset Shimmer.

I don't get paid enough to do this, the guard thought has he held yet another spoonful of soup to Shimmer's mouth.

"Please let me go," Shimmer whimpered, "I want to go home."

"No," the guard replied coldly, "You're staying there until the boss says otherwise."

"Could you at least untie me?" Shimmer pleaded, "I promise I won't try to escape."

The guard looked down at his battered and bruised captive, noting her tugging at the ropes, "Sure you won't. Now, shut up and eat or you will go hungry."

Reluctantly, Shimmer agreed and after a few more spoonfuls, the dish was empty. The guard put the bowl back down on the table next to Shimmer's personal items such as her phone and handbag.

"I need the toilet," Shimmer whimpered.

The guard looked back and moved over to Shimmer, eyeing her suspiciously until finally relenting, "I will permit you to go. I will untie you from the chair, but do not even attempt to escape for you will fail. Understood?"

Shimmer nodded, noting the guard's venomous tone and his firearm sending a chill down her spine.

Shimmer could feel the pressure on her body and limbs dissipate as the ropes loosened. Slowly getting to her feet, Shimmer headed for the door.

"Halt!" the guard commanded, "Hands behind your back."

Knowing he's armed and fearing what may happen if she disobeyed, Shimmer complied and heard the guard walk over.

As soon as she felt contact, Shimmer reacted.

She spun around and kneed the guard in the groin area, causing him to stagger back. Shimmer took the opportunity to open the door and make a run for it. Unfortunately for her, she had no idea in which direction to go. Rather than risk asking for directions, she immediately chose to go right and bolted.

Overcome with fear and desperation, Shimmer ran aimlessly throughout the bunker, hoping she would, by chance, find the way out; her vision obscured by poor lighting and tears falling from her eyes.

As she rounded yet another corner, she was knocked off of her feet and fell to the floor. She attempted to get up but was instead dragged to her feet aggressively, her arms pinned painfully behind her back and brought face to face with Tempest.

"What are you doing untied from your chair and out of your cell?" Tempest demanded.

"Er...I...er...t-toilet?" Shimmer whimpered, fearing what would now be done to her.

Tempest turned to the guards, "Take her back to her cell and-"

"Belay that."

Everyone looked to who was speaking and it took Tempest every iota of willpower not to smack the bitch.

"The Storm King said she is mine to do as I please," Gilda said, getting close to Shimmer, "And for escaping, I think Sunbitch should be punished. Severely."

"I look ridiculous."

"You most certainly do not look ridiculous!" Rarity scolded, "Sunset asked very nicely for you to have a matching set of the same rain-wear she has, and considering you are both quite the smitten kittens I felt obliged to oblige."

"Were the wellies really necessary?"

"Yes. It's what the customer ordered."

"But-"

A stern look and raised eyebrow were enough for Forte to accept defeat.

"Besides," Rarity continued, handing Forte a clear plastic umbrella, "It's forecast heavy rain today, and your car is at the garage. Your parents are away and you agreed to meet Sunset after she finishes work. And as I understand it, you rather like it when Sunset wears hers."

"I like it when Sunset wears lots of things."

"So I've been told."

"What?"

"Oh nothing darling."

*SOMETIME LATER*

In the food court at the shopping centre, Forte waited patiently until Sunset finished her shift, and bang on time, walked out of the sushi restaurant back in her regular street clothes, albeit with a bit of a change. This time she was wearing a slightly different black leather sleeveless jacket with orange yellow spikes on the lapels and collar, an orange shirt with her cutie mark on the chest and a dark purple skirt with and finishing things off were shin high high-heeled leather boots.

"Hey, Pony Boy."

"Hi Sunny," Forte replied happily, wrapping his girlfriend in a tight hug.

"Someone's pleased to see me."

"I'm always pleased to see you."

Sunset giggled, "I see you've got your new coat...and wellies."

"Yeah....his and hers," Forte replied a little grumpily.

"Come on now Forte, you looked at mine often enough, so I know you like it."

"Because you were wearing it."

Forte immediately face palmed, "Damn it."

"You are such a dirty minded pervert," Sunset teased, "Not that I mind. Come on, let's go get some ice cream from your place."

Holding hands, the pair walked the short distance over to the ice cream parlour where Soft Scoop was on duty, her back to Forte and Sunset as she was putting tubs in the freezer behind the counter.

"Hey Soft Scoop."

Softy Scoop turned around smiled, "Hey Forte, hi Sunset. You're early though, you don't start work until later."

"Just hanging out with Sunny Bun."

"So, what can I get for you both today?" Soft Scoop asked with a smile.

"I'll have a Knickerbocker Glory," replied Sunset, "What about you, Forte?"

"The Ferrero Rocher Rocky Mountain, please."

"Sure thing," Soft Scoop replied, "Coming right up. Would either of you like a drink?"

"Banana milkshake," they replied in unison.

The couple looked at one another and blushed slightly, much to the delight of Soft Scoop.

"It's your fault I like them," Sunset said, "Before I met you I'd never actually tried one."

"Forte makes them rather well," Soft Scoop said, "They've become one of my best sellers, that and his choice of ice cream."

Sunset giggled, "Yeah, I've noticed how much he likes them."

Forte rolled his eyes, "You have an addiction to Fondant Fancies."

"Yeah, I really need to cut down, it's starting to show," Sunset replied, grabbing a small chink of her waist.

"You look fine."

"Thank you kindly, Pony Boy," Sunset replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek, turning his cheeks as red as his coat.

"Now come on," she said, grabbing his hand, "Let's go find a table."

Shimmer screamed loudly into her gag as Gilda stamped on her other shin, also breaking it. More tears streamed down her face, making a mess of her make up and along with the swollen bruises, became almost unrecognisable. Her fiery hair the only clue to her identity.

"Did you really think you could escape?" Gilda asked, "You are permitted to be untied to you can use the toilet and you abuse that trust by trying to escape?"

Shimmer continued to sob uncontrollably, prompting an eye-roll from Tempest while Gilda continued her rant, "Well you can just forget about anymore, from now on you can just shit yourself."

"If I may be so bold?" Tempest said.

"What?!" Gilda snarled, turning around to face her.

"I find the smell of teenagers unpleasant as it is," Tempest replied, causing Gilda to snarl, "And adding their...excretions, is a smell I, as well as his Lordship, will not permit."

"So what do you suggest, your Royal Bloody Superiorship?"

Somehow managing to avoid smacking Gilda into the next century, Tempest instead answered calmly, giving no indication she was raging on the inside, "Seeing as she is no longer capable of walking and we cannot risk aiding her while she's awake, I suggest we put her in nappies. That way she can be changed whenever she's asleep, negating any resistance or need for her to use a toilet."

"And where exactly do I get those?"

Tempest almost failed to not facepalm.

Are children really this dense nowadays?

"A drugs store?"

"Fine. And what about the dweeb?"

"We shall do the same to him once I bring him here."

"Even break his legs?" Gilda asked with unbridled glee.

"If he attempts escape or refuses to give us the answers we want, then yes."

Gilda could barely contain her excitement.

"There we are," Sunset said tying Forte's work apron in place.

"Thank you," Forte replied, walking behind the counter and turning around to face her.

"So," Sunset began, "I'll have a banana milkshake, please."

"Come again?" Forte asked, bewildered.

"Banana milkshake please."

"You're kidding?"

"Banana milkshake please."

"Sunny Bun, I'm trying to work," Forte said with the faintest strain of annoyance.

Sunset folded her arms and scowled severely, "I'm thinking I may have to speak to your manager."

"I'll get you your order Karen- I mean Miss Shimmer," Forte replied, "Regular or large?"

"Large. And I'll have a chocolate chip sundae as well please."

Forte half glared at Sunset, "Coming right up, ma'am. Please take a seat and I'll bring it over to you."

"Thank you, kind sir."

Tempest watched in confusion as she saw Gilda walk out of the room being prepared for Forte's arrival.

"I thought you were going to the drug store?" Tempest asked.

Gilda scoffed, "I sent one of the little people to get them. If I'm seen out and about the cops will only arrest me."

Tempest sighed heavily inside.

Of all the times you had to not be stupid.

"One large banana milkshake and one chocolate sundae?"

"Thank you," Sunset replied, "Such wonderful service."

"We aim to please," Forte replied, setting the drink an dessert on the table.

Forte began to leave. Sunset however gently grabbed his apron strings and pulled him down back to her, brought him down to her eye level and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Good workers deserve good rewards."

From a distance, Soft Scoop could only giggle to herself at the sight.

"Please stop!" Shimmer begged, feeling the sting from yet another hit, "I've never been CHS!"

"LIAR!" Gilda fumed, hitting her gain, "YOU AND YOUR SHITTY FRIENDS SET ME UP TO LOOK LIKE A FOOL!"

"I've never even been in Canterlot before," Shimmer continued to sob, "I'm actually supposed to start CHS next week!"

"You won't be starting anything next week! You're staying here until I'm finished with you."

"I want to go home!" Shimmer cried hysterically.

"FUCKING SHUT UP!"

Gilda lifted her steel heeled boot up high and planted it square in Shimmer's face, breaking her nose instantly. Blood fell freely from Shimmer's nose and down onto her already dirty shirt and skirt. Gilda stormed out of the room while Tempest put the gag back in Shimmer's mouth.

"Clean her up," she said to the guard.

"Y-yes m-ma'am," the guard replied.

Tempest left the room and made her way to the estate's garage where a fleet of BMW M5 F90's, all in black, lay in wait for whoever needed them. So long as you were high up enough in the family to warrant taking one without first consulting the Storm King. Fortunately for Tempest, as Underboss she could take one at will. She stormed into the garage, the associates on duty immediately got to their feet.

"You," she said firmly, pointing at one of the younger members, "You will drive me. Get me a vehicle at once."

"Yes ma'am."

Soon enough, the associate had acquired a vehicle and not wishing to incur the wrath of the Underboss, got out and opened the read driver's side door. Tempest's bodyguard got himself into the front passenger seat.

*SOMETIME LATER*

After finishing his work shift and dropping Sunset off at her apartment, Forte pulled into his driveway, exhausted from a long day of both work and shopping with Sunset, the latter of which took a huge delight in his new coat. Getting out of his car he noticed another car had pulled up in front of the driveway.

Walking over to ask them to move, the rear driver's side window rolled down, revealing a purple skinned woman with a scar over her right eye.

"Excuse me, young man," she said in a soft tone, "Could you help me find our way? We've gotten lost and our sat-nav isn't working."

"Sure," Forte replied, "Where do you want to be?"

"Canterlot Aerodrome. Do you have a map you can show us on?"

"Sure, I have one in my car. I'll go and get it."

Forte turned towards his car to get his road map, happy to help a damsel in distress. Before he could open the car door however, he felt himself being grabbed form behind and a damp cloth being placed over his nose.

"Get him in the back, quickly," Tempest commanded, "Leave his car."

Tempest's bodyguard quickly put Forte in the other rear passenger seat before quickly getting back into his seat. The driver immediately sped away.

Seconds later, Travertine's Mercedes pulled into the street and into the driveway.

"Looks like Forte's home tonight," Fio said.

*SOMETIME LATER*

Tempest dumped the unconscious body of Forte onto the chair and began tying him tightly in place, as well as following the additional instructions left for her, even if they baffled her.

I don't understand today's teenagers.

Nonetheless, she glued the pony ears headband in place with a generous amount of superglue, pressing them down firmly in place before gagging him and checking to make sure all of his bindings were tight and secure.

"Sleep tight, little child."

Tempest promptly left the room, locking it behind her.

"May Faust forgive me."

Forte groaned as he slowly felt his senses come back to him and soon enough he felt the telltale signs of being tied up, blindfolded and gagged.

Funny, I don't remember being with Sunset last night. But then I did.......that woman in her car who asked for directions...I remember looking at her map, then I remember....chloroform. Shit, no wonder I passed out so quickly.

After a few moments, Forte heard the sound of a door opening and the sound of heavy boots.

Without warning, his blindfold was aggressively removed and he was brought face to face with the one person he dreaded to see.

"Hello, dweeb."