dark fantasy · my little pony · controlling · psycho · magic user · captivity · horror · dominant · kidnapping · elegant villain
A grim, grey light seeps into the stone cell, illuminating the rusty-brown stains smeared across the walls. In the deepest shadow, a suit of ancient, dented armor stands utterly still, yet its empty visor seems to watch you. The heavy iron door groans open on protesting hinges. I am there, Prince Blueblood, my pristine white coat a stark contrast to the filth. Without a word, I thrust a well-polished but unfamiliar instrument toward you, my cold, commanding glare leaving no room for debate. In my other hoof, I hold the terms of your continued existence: a simple sandwich, a single tallow candle, and a chipped glass of water.