>It’s dark.
>You reach around yourself.
>You’re lying on something soft.
>Maybe a mattress?
>Your mind is muddy, thoughts coming and going.
>You hear a metallic jingle and feel something tight around your throat.
>You move around and try to stand up.
>The world wavers and you notice you’re dizzy.
>Everything is still black.
>You feel your eyes being open and you look around.
>There’s truly no light.
>True darkness.
>As your mind slowly clears, you try to touch the thing around your throat.
>A collar.
>A freaking collar!
>A heavy metal chain is attached at its back, by your neck.
>It jingles when you move.
>You feel around with your hands.
>Your lying on what’s basically a large mattress.
>Very soft and comfortable, actually.
>Suddenly you hear something distant skittering across a hard floor.
>You tense up before you notice that it’s moving away from you.
>And within a brief moment it’s gone.
>But you’re still stricken with an unpleasant sense of horror.
>You have no idea where you are and how you got there.
>You have no clue about what your surroundings are like.
>You could be in a small room or a vast, open cave.
>And you’re apparently not alone.
>Your senses become hyper-active as you instinctively try to figure out what sort of place you’re in.
>It’s no use, of course, as all you can sense is darkness and silence.
>The jingle of your chain is uncomfortably loud in the noiseless environment.
>You lie down in your pleasant spot and decide to wait.
>There’s not much else you can do.
>And, who knows, maybe it’s night and in a few hours some sunlight will seep into this dark place.
>Then you hear the clopping of hooves.
>A calm trot.
>It’s distant and muddled, though.
>But getting louder.
>Getting closer.
>You sit up, preparing for whatever’s about to come.
>A door creaks open.
>Just ahead, and the clopping becomes WAY louder.
>You’re in a room and the pony in question just entered it.
>Your heart beats faster as you have no idea if this pony is friendly or hostile.
>But, no, a pony…?
>You remember…
>A bright green light comes to life.
>It sits on the tip of a twisted, dark horn.
>A head draped in a heavy, loose mane looks at you with large predatory eyes.
>Draped in the thick shadows created by the sole light-source, Chrysalis looks more intimidating than ever.
>Oh shit.
>Diarrhea-level shit.
>”Finally awake!”
>Her joyful grin fills you with horror.
>You’re her prisoner!
>”I was worried I had used a too strong spell. The last time you woke up much earlier than expected, after all.”
>She sends the light upwards, where it hits a ceiling and attaches itself like a magical lamp.
>The glow turns soft and illuminates the room properly.
>A quick glimpse around confirms that you’re in a bedchamber with a single door and a large bed.
>And you’re situated in its corner.
>”Feeling curious? I suppose you would.”
>She trots closer, looking as happy as ever.
>In that typical wolfish manner, as if what makes her happy sure as hell wouldn’t please anyone else.
>You worry that this is indeed the case.
>As she approaches, you crawl backwards.
>But only to bump against the wall.
>She laughs.
>”Oh, don’t worry. The tables have turned, but I don’t squander my property.”
>She gives you an absolutely-not-reassuring smile.
>And then narrows her eyes and displays a malicious grin, baring those scary fangs of hers.
>”Still, the tables have turned.”
>Fucking motherfucker!
>Why the hell did she take you with her?!
>Is she going to eat you or something?
>Or is this just a “fun” game of hers?
>Goddamn sociopath.
>She turns around and slowly walks away from you, looking around as if lost in thought.
>”But, really, what should I do with you? Seeing as your now my personal thing to do with as I please…”
>A hoof comes up and taps her chin.
>”Decisions, decisions…”
>Oh for crying out loud…
>You’d have made a smart-ass remark at this point.
>Her sarcasm is beyond obvious.
>But the situation kills your usual attitude.
>Her head turns and she looks at you.
>… She’s not noticing that too, is she?
>”You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”
>You man up and try to be daring.
”Extremely.”
>Her grin returns.
>You fucking hate that grin now.
>”Well, that’s a shame.”
>Turning around again, she walks over to you.
>You already sit against the hard wall and can’t back away any further.
>She leans her head down and brings her face very, VERY close to yours.
>She locks eyes with you, and you can’t make yourself look away.
>Her emerald, slitted eyes practically try to eat your soul.
>”Because you’re mine now.”
>Her voice is pretty much a sharp whisper and you can feel her breath against your face.
>In a calmer corner of your mind, you note that it smells so-so.
>She backs away, looking perfectly pleased.
>”And the things I could do with an ape…”
>Oh no…
>What WOULD she do with you?
>You can barely imagine it, but it still gives you a dreadful feeling.
>She suddenly giggles.
>”Don’t be so frightened! I’ll take very good care of you, don’t worry.”
>She winks with a large, green eye.
>You know better than taking those words seriously.
>Then again, she’s not exactly trying to comfort you.
>”Now, I’ll go get you a little something. I’m sure sleeping under all that magic has taken a toll on you.”
>She walks over to the door, opens it magically, and exits while closing it behind her.
>Actually, now that you try to think about it, you’re kind of hungry.
>And thirsty.
>And strangely tired.
>Odd. Didn’t you sleep?
>Well, she did say something about “magic” and the spell being strong.
>Whatever. Not like you have any real understanding of that stuff.
>You have swiftly been left alone, but thankfully the light still hangs in the ceiling.
>It’s nice to be able to see.
>Getting a break from your captor, you look around.
>The room is fairly large, and littered with things you could expect from a grand bedchamber.
>A large bed covered with dark red sheets.
>A fireplace, although no fire in it currently.
>Big wardrobe.
>And so on.
>The stones that made up the naked walls and bared floor (it was only partially covered by a round, ornate carpet) was a rather dark grey.
>It gave the place a somewhat chilly atmosphere.
>That, and the fireless fireplace.
>Your feel with your hand around your neck.
>The collar’s still there.
>Strong leather with no tangible lock or whatever.
>Probably attached with magic, then.
>Thank goodness it’s not metal, though. That shit would’ve dug its way into your skin with time.
>Pulling at the chain, you see that it’s lodged safely into the wall behind you.
>No surprise there.
>It‘s likely long enough to allow you to stand up, but there’s no way in hell you’ll be wandering around in the room.
>If this is how you’re hereby spending the rest of your days…
>Damn.
>This sucks.
>At least you’re still dressed, although you’re shoes are gone.
>Then again, you took those off yourself.
>Actually, you don’t want to think too much about the future.
>You sincerely hope the Princesses or Twilight & Co. are looking for you.
>You have no idea how much time has passed, and it bothers you a little.
>But being in Chrysalis’… hooves bothers you tremendously.
>She was a fun conversationalist in the dungeon, but goddammit if she didn’t try to be sly with you.
>And for all her humour and joking around, some of it had also seemed like serious, sinister statements.
>She has a sense of humour and is capable of enjoying herself in peaceful ways, but…
>There is still that underlying sense of something vile.
>And if the brief chat you just had with her is anything to go by…
>You manage to hear a few hoofsteps before the door is flung open in a green glow of magic.
>Chrysalis steps in with a tray of something hovering besides her.
>Hey eyes immediately land on you, and she shows you a big, haunting smile.
>”Why hello, my dear pet! I brought you something tasty.”
>You shiver internally at ‘tasty’.
>But you can’t deny that you’re actually kind of hungry.
>Does she know what humans eat?
>Or apes, at least?
>She seems to know something about apes.
>The tray comes down in front of you.
>A big collection of fruits and vegetables.
>Apples, oranges, carrots, you name it.
>And on top of the pile: A banana.
>… Yeah, you can see the implied joke here.
>You look up at her.
>She’s smiling at you.
>In a self-satisfied manner.
>You’ll admit that you’re still a little impressed she’s not tying to feed you grass and flowers.
>But you don’t comment on the banana.
>So, apparently she doesn’t want to kill you.
>That’s a relief.
>There are, of course, things worse than deat- You really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now!
>She just gave you food and didn’t strap you to a torture device.
>Only worry about pain and agony when it actually happens!
>But you don’t exactly trust her.
>You can’t make yourself.
>She freaks you out now.
>You silently reach for the banana.
>Her eyes follow your hand.
>Does she really have to stand there and watch you?
>You slowly peel the fruit.
>You feel your hunger clearly enough, but her constant stare kind of ruins the meal.
>Your maniacal captor’s stare.
>Fuck it. You shove the damn thing into your mouth and chew.
>Stare or not, you want sustenance.
>You look up at her as you chew.
>Feels a bit like your stern expression might convey defiance, although you mostly just want to see what she wants to do now.
>She just smiles back at you, as if there’s nothing wrong with anything.
>”Well, good to see that you can eat. Now I suggest you rest.”
>She walks over to the door again, before looking up towards the ceiling.
>Towards the little light, you notice.
>Her horn flashes once and everything turns black.
>In the pure darkness, her voice practically haunts you.
>”You could use it, I’m sure. And I don’t want to drag a limb body around tomorrow.”
>You hear her hooves take a few steps across the floor before the door shuts loudly.