Swallowing, Pinkie turned her attention to a small can on the tray. She
removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top
of the coals were several large nails.
Oh, hello there.
As the adrenalin filled her veins, Dash began to panic again. Picking up
the can, Pinkie walked over to Dash’s left. Holding some tongs with her mouth,
Pinkie carefully picked up a nail and positioned it at the seam between her
victim’s front left leg and hoof. She then grabbed a hammer and took careful
aim.
“Just gotta check your reflexes!”
So is she about to take the hoof… right off?
“No Pinkie!” Dash screamed. “NO! NO!”
The hammer came down and
the nail punctured Dash’s skin. The white hot burning was too much. Dash
screamed as she pulled and thrashed at the braces, causing her raw skin to rub
and tear.
Seriously, what’s the point of this from Pinkie’s perspective?
Pinkie tried to line up another nail, but couldn’t
find her aim, and let out a frustrated grunt. When Pinkie brought the hammer
back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.“PLEASE STOP! PLEASE,
PLEASE STOP!”
Sorry, pal, she ain’t gonna stop. And the only thing I can do is sit here and watch the words with morbid fascination.
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