Fern opened one eye. Pinkie Pie was asleep on the bed near the door. She decided to take this opportunity to make an escape. She slowly removed the covers on her bed and slid to the floor, keeping an eye on Pinkie Pie the whole time. She made her way to the door and slowly opened it, causing it to creak. She started to sweat, expecting to see Pinkie Pie wake up. She didn't. Fern let out a quiet sigh of relief once the door was opened all the way. She crept out into the lounge. It was dark so she couldn't see where she was going. She bumped into a table. She quickly looked back to the door but could see nothing. She slowly backed away from the table as the lights turned on, blinding her.
"Going somewhere?"
Fern turned around. When her vision came back she saw Pinkie Pie standing in the bedroom doorway, eyes narrowed.
"Oh, uh... Pinkie Pie." stammered Fern. "I was just, um... going for a walk." Pinkie's eyes stayed narrowed. "I couldn't sleep, so..."
Pinkie lunged at Fern, slamming her head against the table. She fell to the floor, dazed.
"I thought I told you not to deceive me." said Pinkie Pie.
She grabbed Fern around the back leg and dragged her into the kitchen section of the lounge. She dropped Fern on the floor and looked on the counter. The knives had hoops just like the ones in Ponyville. This was so ponies and pegasuses could use them and not just unicorns. Pinkie picked up a kitchen knife and knelt down next to Fern.
"Pinkie." said Fern, still a little out of it. "I'm s--"
"Oh, it's too late to be sorry." said Pinkie. "You must be punished."
She positioned the tip of the blade above Fern's cutie mark.
"Please." said Fern, returning to normal. "Don't."
Pinkie pressed on the knife. It broke the skin and blood poured out. Fern let out a scream. Pinkie Pie leaned in.
"Music to my ears." she said.
She continued to apply pressure to the knife, driving it deeper into Fern's thigh. She let out another painful cry.
"PLEASE!" Fern cried. "STO-O-OP!"
Pinkie drove the knife in a little more and stopped.
"That should do it." she said. The knife's blade was halfway in.
She took her hoof out of the hoop and sat looking at Fern.
"Take it out." said Fern. "It hurts too much."
"That's the point." said Pinkie, standing up and heading for a seat at the table. She sat down in a chair near Fern and looked down at her. "You have to learn."
"But what if you've injured me to the point where I have to go to the hospital?" asked Fern. "How would you explain this?"
"How would you explain it?" asked Pinkie. Fern said nothing. "You see, I've been doing this for a while and I'm very good at it. The knife wound should heal in two days. Making it Sunday, I believe. Just in time for you to go back to work." Fern let out a sigh filled with both pain and a sense of no hope. "I'm not stupid." said Pinkie, reaching down and pulling the knife out. "I need you." She held the knife to her mouth and licked the blood off of it. "Delicious."