Applebloom's body was lying on the concrete floor. She looked like a soaked ragdoll. Sweetie and Scootaloo were beginning to get sick. Their mental fatigue and physical dismay was taking its toll. They have been locked in that basement for four long days. They were both too skinny to hardly move and their stomachs hurt. They felt themselves wanting to vomit but they had nothing in their stomachs.

The two were shivering and whimpering. The two lid close together for warmth and comfort. It was late at night and dark in the basement. It was cold, too cold. A light turned on and Pan walked down the stairs. He looked over to the dead earth pony, her body draped in the corner like a garbage bag.

Pan's ears perked up when he heard a stomach growl. He looked over to the two fillies. Scootaloo rolled into a tighter ball and grumbled in her sleep. Pan giggled at their cuteness. "Is somepony hungry?" he asked as he walked closer to the two. He gently caressed Sweetie Belle's head and she weakly began to wake up. "Mmn?" she groaned as she lifted her head and looked up at Pan.

She quickly jumped and stepped back but tripped over her chains. Pan tilted his head in confusion at her reaction, although they've been giving him that reaction every day. "Are you two hungry? I can hear your bellies from upstairs," he smiled brighter, "Would you two like some food?" Sweetie Belle looked over to Scootaloo who was lying on the floor still asleep. Pan tilted his head to the other side and said with a giggle, "well? Want something to eat? Oh! You both like juice don't you? How about I go get some juice for you two then I'll come down and prepare food for you two? Oh it'll be so much fun!"

Pan jogged in place and giggled again before running up the stairs, banging his shins and wincing as he did. Sweetie Belle nudged Scootaloo who woke up and panicked, Sweetie soon calmed her down, "it's just me, Scootaloo! He says he's going to feed us" Scootaloo let out a sigh, "it's about time."

The sound of clatter came from upstairs and Pan laughing to himself. He trotted back downstairs balancing a glass of juice on his back and head, holding a butchers knife in his mouth holding it by the handle. At the sight of him with such a weapon the two little fillies let out a whimper and began trembling. Pan dropped the knife, it making a huge metallic clank as it hit the floor. He picked up the juice from his head and back with his hoofs and let the two fillies take it.

Scootaloo took it without hesitation, clearly more thirsty and fond of juice than Sweetie was. Sweetie at first refused but Pan's constant grin and modest eyes made her slowly take it, but not drink it.

Pan picked up the knife again, "now what should I make you two?" he said with a muffled voice from having the knife in his mouth. Soon his ears perked up and he had a bigger smile, a look on his face that both said, "I know!" and brought fear to the remaining Cutie Mark Crusaders hearts. Pan looked to Appleblooms still wet body in the floor and walked over to it. He effortlessly rolled her onto her back, her body flopping like a rag doll.

With one swift blow he drove the knife into Appleblooms chest, making blood splatter against him and the floor around her. Sweetie screamed a high pitch, hoarse scream as she saw her dead friend getting stabbed. Pan smiled and began to hum a song to himself as he slowly began to slice down Appleblooms torso. Her insides could be seen and the foul stench of her organs began to drift and linger in the room. The smell alone was enough to turn Sweetie and Scootaloo's faces green and wretch in disgust.

Pan laughed and flipped the knife in the air and caught it by the handle and stabbed back into Applebloom right on her groin and cut back up to make an even bigger opening in her torso. There was now a huge slice going from her groin to her neck, with his hoofs he reached in and pulled out some of her guts, too bloody to be identified. Pan licked his lips and said with a bubbly voice, "I sure wish I was the lucky one who could have a bite of this. I bet she tastes as good as she looks" he finished as he looked down at Appleblooms face and kept his smile modest while blushing a little.

He carried what looked like lungs and a heart over to the two others and slapped it on the floor. The moist splat made Scootaloo urge and cover her mouth. The sight of Applebloom now cut open, her entrails spread out of her sickened the two beyond reason. They wanted to throw up but there was nothing in their stomachs that would let them.

"Eat up my little ponies!" he said happily and licked his lips again, poking his tongue to his upper lip where some of her blood splattered. Pan stood before them, towering over them, with his usual modest smile and adoring eyes. Blood was splattered up his hoofs and his chest, with a little bit on his face. The pile of guts and blood clots in front of them were just in their reach but they didn't go to try and get any.

The two were terrified and backed against the wall, eyes stinging from tears and whimpering. Pan frowned at them, "you two really should eat, I could hear you complaining from upstairs."

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle shook their heads and urged but only spit came out. Pan sighed, "guess I'll have to feed you two myself!" he picked up a blood drenched lung and walked to Sweetie Belle. Sweetie screamed, "No! No! No get away from me!" As Sweetie screamed Pan shoved the lung in her mouth. It felt almost freezing cold; it tasted metallic from the blood and a little salty. The texture was disgusting and stomach churning, Sweetie instantly spat it out. Pan sighed and shook his head, "You shouldn't be wasting food my little ponies," he quickly picked it up and shoved it back in her mouth and covered her mouth with is hoof to force her to swallow it.

The feeling of the slimy organ going down her throat was enough to make her instantly puke it back up. Pan sighed again then chuckled, "you are a picky eater, Sweetie?" Sweetie couldn't stop urging and sobbing on the floor. The stallion looked to Scootaloo who was too in shock to do anything. Her eyes were wide and her pupils were shrunk from the horror. Pan reached down to the pile of guts and picked up Applebloom's tiny heart. Scootaloo covered her mouth with her hoofs and her tiny wings flapped a few times as a reaction.

"Here comes the train!" Pan said in a childish tone and put his hoof on Scootaloo's forehead, forced her back hard on the floor making Scootaloo grunt. Pan bit the heart and held it in his mouth so he could use both his hoofs to pry hers apart. Pinning her down on her back by her hoofs, she screamed. Pan leaned down once she began screaming and pressed the heart on her mouth with his. Forcing the heart between her lips then soon into her mouth until they were kissing. He continued to press his mouth on hers and slide his slimy tongue into her mouth to push the heart in, forcing her to swallow.