Sonic awoke with a start. He eyes darting left and right. He slowly sat up to get a better view of what was going on. He was in a cell, his hands bound by strange cuffs. He peered out through the bars. Outside was a circular room, with many other prison cells lining it's walls.
Memories began flooding back to him as he left is sleepy state. He remembered being kicked around by old enemies, and a close friend. Sonic winced as he felt his bruised side. He hoped that his rib was only fractured and not gulped guiltily, remembering his little brother watching in horror. If they hurt a hair on Tail's orange head, Sonic would personally treat them to a beating.
But first, he needed to get out of here. Sonic tried to get up to run, but he fell over. How did he not notice the cuffs on his legs? He tried to yank the bulky cuffs off, but to no avail.
A couple days passed like this. Robots would routinely deliver food, most often some sort of egg. For an evil warlord, Robonic surely kept his prisoners well fed. Sonic smiled at this. Remembering when he was still just kooky, Doctor Kintobor. Until the accident, Kintobor had been like a father to him.
One day, he heard his cell door squeak open, and quickly closed. Sonic looked up to see Zavock. Sonic gave him his best cocky smile. "To what do I owe this visit?"
Zavock gave a rumbling laugh. "I'm going to enjoy this!" Ignoring sonic's comment.
"Enjoy what?" Sonic asked.
His answer was a kick to the side. Sonic let a cry of pain escape his lips, which seemed to bring joy to the behemoth. He pressed a large foot to Sonic's now certainly broken ribcage and pressed.
Sonic tried not to give him the satisfaction of his screams, but couldn't stop himself from making a few pained "Ah"s as the pieces of rib grinded together.
He heard the boos of people in the cages around him, but Zavok paid no attention.
He plucked one of sonic's cobalt quills, making sonic's eyes water. He then carved something into the back of Sonic's hand in jagged writing.
"Zavock's"
Sonic was left for the rest of the day to try and set his ribs back into place.
He didn't know it then, but that was last day he would get such "good" treatment for the next six months.