The End That Never Passed // An Mlp Purge Story

Chapter Eleven

    Ray pressed the knife against Stormy's hoof and dragged it down perpendicular. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, already feeling the warm liquid drizzling down her hoof. Ray stopped when he got to the bottom and examined the cut he had made.

It was a long line, deep and fresh, blood coated her fur and some dropped down and onto the floor. Stormy opened her eyes and a small gasp escaped her throat, as she realized how bad it began to hurt. He was using a sharp scalpel so it hadn't hurt at first, but it was beginning to ache terribly.

"I'm surprised, Stormy. Your handing this very well. Most ponies cry, or scream, or beg for mercy....why aren't you?"

"Why should I?" She asked, breathlessly, "It will only give you the satisfaction of my pain, you sadist."

He cackled again, and examined the reflective, blood stained scalpel, tossing it over and over in his hoof.

"I don't need you to cry or scream for me to know your in pain. Sometimes the most pain goes without sound."  He simpered and tossed the scalpel back, then grabbed a different knife, this one less sharp, but more jagged.

Stormy's breath escaped her throat as her eyes were glued to the weapon, she now found it hard to breath, or hear due to the heartbeat in her ears.

Ray's smirk grew wider, noticing the dilation of  the pegasi's eyes. He approached once more and brought the knife down to her stomach, placing the sharp point right in the center. Stormy's breath hitched and she looked away, her heart thudding.

Ray then cut a shallow straight line, causing Stormy to cry out.

"See? The less sharp it is, the tougher it is..." he paused to cut a curve in her stomach, causing her to shout out again, "...to pierce the skin."

He cut three more cuts, then two curved ones, all the while Stormy screamed and thrashed about in her restraints, causing him to miss his target a few times. Now, he had a huge smile on his face, and blood on his hooves.

The stallion stood back and smiled softly, examining his artwork that would soon be another part of his 'oeuvre' as he liked to call it.

Now, Stormy gasped breathlessly, her head hanging as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. She could only see the blood, not what was written; her vision was blurred and her stomach and hoof hurt like hell.

The letters carved on her stomach were crude and sloppy, they looked as if they had been slashed with a knife on a piece of tough cardboard.

The 'carving' spelled out 'R-A-Y' in all capital letters.

"Don't feel too special." Ray commented, "I do this to all my artworks. I want to make sure everypony knows I did it."

Stormy didn't hear him, her vision was fading and the room was tilting. She raised her head just in time to see Ray exiting the room before the world went dark.