Cherry was a bundle of nerves as they approached the well, and the ornate looking hook, it matching the yoke that she was wearing, its engravings and dark metal colouration. On the edge she could see various restraint items. The Quiet stopped a few hoof steps away and unceremoniously released her from the yoke.
 
The two stallions wasted no time pinning her wings to her side with a simple belt, that wrapped around her barrel. Each of them grabbed one of her hind hooves and pulled them apart, attaching to each a hoof cuff of a spreader bar. Lastly one of the guards cuffed her forehooves behind her back, leaving the small pegasus entirely helpless. It took a moment for her to notice the padlock on her collar being fiddled with, and then falling to the ground just in front of her.
 
One of the stallions attached the hook to the spreader bar while the other operated the winch to give it some slack before reversing the motion and dragging her upwards into the air where she dangled for a moment. And like that she was lowered head first into the well. To her, the well might as well been the maw of a dragon. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her instincts were screaming at her to flee. With a few staggering attempts at deep breaths, Cherry closed her eyes, and embraced it; whatever was waiting for her down there couldn’t be that bad, right?