After about five minutes, Pinkie shut off the power.
Five minutes? Jeez, that’s a long time to be electrocuted for and still be alive.
Assuming she is, anyway.
Wisps of steam rose from the singed fur around Dash’s hooves, and the
area reeked of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. Pinkie rotated Dash upright
again and tried snap the drooling, delirious pony back to attention.
Seems like it.
Cooked flesh… I guess that might’ve been the point of it.
“Dash? Dash! Rainbow Dash, wake up!” Dash moaned
and managed to give a modicum of weak acknowledgment. Pinkie studied her
handiwork, then reached into the medicine bag and produced a large syringe.
“Alright, time for the last round.”
By now I would’ve thought some form of interruption would’ve happened if Dash was going to get out of this alive.
Either the big damn heroes are coming late to the party or this is gonna end in death.
Dash focused blearily on the needle, which Pinkie
took as a question as to what it was.“This is a little
something to take the pain away,” Pinkie informed Dash as she walked around to
her victim’s ruined back. Dash flinched as Pinkie jabbed the needle into the
lower part of the blue pony’s spine. Moving in front of her friend again,
Pinkie leaned down and elaborated.
Oh sure, now’s a great time to introduce the anaesthetic.
Unless that’s more like poison?
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