"And how about I make you a deal, Rosie. Do it voluntarily and I'll take a year off your sentence."
The pink hedgehog hissed and spat in the face of her captor, "I'll never do anything even remotely close to that to the likes of you."
She squirmed in her chains, mounted to the wall like a trophy. The dark, wet aura of the room she grew to know too well swallowed the pair up. Amy's eyes had grown used to the dingy, lightless cellar; she could see the round figure in the dull light coming from the door at the top of the stairs.
Dr. Robotnik laughed, "You won't have a choice for much longer. The dawn of four years is coming up quick, and my old body has been long since buried. No one will come looking for you; everyone thinks you're dead."
She lurched forward, falling as close to the ground as she could. It's already been four years, she thought.
"You're wrong, Eggman," she said. Her hoarse voice was steady despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, "You know I'm alive. I know I'm alive. Sonic will never stop-"
"He already has. Did I never tell you that he moved on? Quite rapidly, I might add. Your hero-"
"Stop!" Amy cried. The hedgehog had very little energy left in her body; the only thing holding her up was the chains that bound her to the wall.
"Not something you wish to hear? It's time for me to get going, anyways. I'll be back in time for tonight," the ruby hedgehog watched as the man who captured her left gracefully up the stairs. "Oh, by the way," he added once he reached the top, "you might want to eat the food I keep bringing down. It's not as fun without a struggle."
Amy looked over at the food. There was a tray that held it close enough so that she could grab it with her hand and lean to eat it. But her energy was drained. She closed her eyes and let the darkness creep back in.
A sharp sound woke her, maybe minutes, hours even, later. A banging noise was coming from the top of the stairs. Oh no, she thought. There was a pause in the banging; tears started flowing down the scarred cheeks of Amy Rose.
A few minutes passed and Eggman hadn't come down into the cellar. He usually doesn't acknowledge her unless he wants her, or he brings her food. Suddenly, an explosion at the door let the light flood the dim basement. Cautious feet squeaked down the step. A light flashed on her, then off, until it fell on her for good. The bright light stung her eyes.
"Boss," she heard someone say, followed by a shrill beep, "you won't believe who we just found."