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Chrysalis glowers in the corner of the cell, occasionally trying to struggle. When she was first put in the cell she’d only had the wing shackles and horn ring, but after a few hours of loudly cursing Princess Twilight, all her friends and their families, the one know as Applejack had cone down with a bundle of rope. Now the changeling was hogtied, her mouth crammed full of cloth, and a large bandanna tied over her mouth.
“Okay I’m so going to kill the farm pony first,” she thinks to herself as she squirms in her bondage
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