Sweetie Belles eyes opened. She looked around and tried to move but was instantly stopped by the feeling of a heavy metallic ring around her whole hoof. She looked down to see all her hoofs are tied in chains. Her friends were lying asleep on the other corners of the room. The room was a perfect square; the walls and floor were made of cold concrete. There was a staircase on the wall in front of her, each step was high and made of concrete as well. She couldn't see where they leaded to. She looked to the other wall; the chains were embedded into the wall making it impossible for her to get out.
She felt only panic and fear, a sickening mixture of disturbance and regret of going to the stallion's house filled her body and poured out her eyes as tears. She began to scream in a high pitch squeal, "Help! Somepony help us!" her screams continued for a long time.
Eventually the screams awakened Applebloom, her head slowly raised and she shuffled her hoofs a bit, the metallic clanks made Sweetie turn her head. Applebloom instantly screamed and backed away from the pile of chains and hit her plot on the cold concrete wall and screamed louder. She was terrified, tears were already beading in her eyes and she felt herself getting sick. Scootaloo was still lying as if dead, but she was breathing.
Sweetie was still screaming, Applebloom had joined her. Both were screaming and calling for help but it was to no prevail. Soon, they heard a noise. Hoof steps on wooden floors above them, getting closer to the stairs. The wooden tapping became concrete scraping as they seen the figure of a pony on the top of the stairs.
"Are you awake, my little fillies?" said the voice of the brown stallion. The brown stallion walked down the stairs and the two awake fillies went silent in fear. They could hear his hoofs hitting the concrete stairs with the tiny jingle jangle of multiple instruments. Finally he got to the basement floor. The end of the staircase was 10 feet away from where Sweetie Belle stood.
"You little fillies slept for so long, I thought you'd never wake up!" the stallion had a saddle bag. He put it on the floor and began taking out various instruments. A tambourine, a recorder, two drum sticks, a xylophone key, an ocarina, a jingle bell and of course, a harmonica
Sweetie Belle finally chocked out a scream, "Why are you doing this?!"
The brown stallion began to organize the instruments, placing each next to each other in a line. He smiled to himself, "Well because you wanted do to a concert for me. And now you will." He placed down the xylophone key then went to put down the harmonica. He held it in his hoof and continued to stare down at it. It was gold and glossy and looked rather nice. Smiling at it he put it back down next to the xylophone key. Applebloom looked over to Scootaloo who was still lying unconscious. She began screaming her name to wake her up. Applebloom's voice was getting hoarse.
"Scootaloo is her name? Oh my little darlings, I don't know your precious names! Do tell me won't you?" he said as he stood up and walked towards Sweetie Belle slowly. Sweetie backed away as far as she could until her back was pressed on the wall. She was whimpering, sweating and crying silently as the stallion got closer. He put his hand on Sweetie's curvy mane and gently stroked the side of her face. With a almost modest and caring expression on his face as he looked down at her.
"My names Pan, just pan" he said as he continued to caress Sweetie. Sweetie was too terrified to answer him. Moments passed and she never said a word, then Pan's expression gloomed. He frowned and said in a sweet voice, "My precious little filly...tell me your name won't you? Or I'll have to punish you somehow...now I don't want to hurt any of you. It'd be hurting me more than you if I did."
Sweetie tried to speak but her throat closed and her mouth went dry. Pan was scowling now and pushed her head down onto the concrete floor. "State your name!" he yelled, pushing her down so her face was pressed on the floor, she couldn't speak. She could feel the force bending the muzzle giving her whole body excruciating pain.
The little unicorn could only whimper in pain before Applebloom screamed at him, "Her names Sweetie Belle! Mines Applebloom! Hers is Scootaloo! Please stop, you're hurting her!" Pan looked down at Sweetie and made a little "oh" and let his hand off her head, but she stayed down. He looked to Scootaloo and calmly walked over.
Scootaloo laid there, vulnerable and helpless. He sighed in disappointment. "This one wouldn't go to sleep. Had to give her a little more of the medicine. Poor thing, still asleep. Doesn't mean she can't play me a little song. You...uh..Sweetie my precious, could you kick over the harmonica?" Sweetie was getting up and looked over at Pan. Her eyes watered and she wanted to resist but she knew he could do worse. She kicked the harmonica over. Pan picked up Scootaloo and held her in his arms like she was a baby. Scootaloo started to groan a bit and move around as if she was waking up.
Pan lifted her up higher and leaned his head down and kissed her. His lips on the little ponies felt damp and almost cold. Scootaloo's eyes began to open as the stallion opened his mouth, keeping his lips pressed on hers to make her open too. Once her mouth was open, he took the harmonica and with one swift movement, shoved it halfway down her throat.
Applebloom screamed in fear for her friend, Sweetie Belle's stomach turned and she threw up bile. As Sweetie wiped the vomit from her bottom lip she could see they Scootaloo was now awake. Pan continued to shove the harmonica down Scootaloo's throat until only the edge was.
Scootaloo was screaming now, making a hoarse and disgusting harmonic sound. As she'd breathe in and out the sound of a panic scream muffled with a harmonicas chime filled the basement. Scootaloo was in pain, the harmonica choked her and made her gag continuously. Pan held her until she squirmed out of his grasp onto the floor and struggled with her hoofs to get it out. She began to vomit; the harmonica began to slide out. Tears and spit covered her face as she screamed in agonizing pain.
Pan sat with a content grin on his face, eyes closed and tilting his head listening to the sounds of her torture as if it was divine symphonies. The vomit and spit began to make the harmonica come out until it was halfway out; Scootaloo grabbed it and tore it out, ripping her esophagus and making her shriek in pain. "How I love the harmonica," said Pan as he opened his eyes and reached down to caress the little Pegasus, who was breathing and gasping for air on the cold concrete floor.
