Okay so I had like, one good bedroom so I put her in mine. I'd kick her into another bedroom when I got it at least decent enough for a hot chick to stay in. I cleaned her up and her wounds weren't like, deep or anything but there were a lot of them. Looked like she put up a fight. She wore a black and red corset, with long gloves laced all the way up, a black pleated skirt with a stud belt around the top, and she had black boots that went just under her knee, with spiked cuffs at the top, and something like cleats on the bottom, but these cleats were actually sharp. She also had a big red velvet ribbon, tied around her tail just where it met her body, right at the base of her tail.

Now, I'm evil but I'm not a pervert, so I cleaned the wounds that were visible. She was out for maybe about an hour when she finally woke up. I was setting up her room when she came in behind me. The next thing I know I'm on the fucking ground, with a sharp boot in my back and my arms stretched up and behind me. " Ow! What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled up behind me. I tried my best and got a look at her. Her white muzzle was half covered, along with her left eye by a huge tuft of hair, like it was trained that way. And she had piercing purple eyes. I had never seen any eyes, besides mine of course, that bright before." Let me go you crazy Bitch!" I was starting to lose feeling in my hands. " Who are you? Where Am I?" She had an evil ,yet soft voice. But there was edge in it. She was mad. I like 'em mad. " look you were all beat up and shit so I brought you here and c leaned you up a little! And does the name Scourge the hedgehog mean anything to you?"

"Nope"

What? No? Who hasn't heard of ME? " Well that's my name now fucking let me go!" She let my hands fall but she didn't move her foot. " okay I believe you. Why didn't you just leave me? You sound like a guy who doesn't give a shit about anyone besides himself." She was right for the most part. I give a shit SOMETIMES. Just mostly it's about me. " Look, I was just being nice. Next time I won't now get your fucking foot out of my back before I get it off FOR you." She took her foot off my back and stepped back. It took me a second to catch my breath and get feeling back into my arms, then I got up. She crossed her arms and looked at me.

"What?" I said to her. She was silent for a minute, then she said " Thanks, for getting me out of the bushes or whatever. Look I'll leave. I can take care of myself." With hose word she jumped out the window and landed beautifully on her feet. I yelled out with window before she ran off " What's your name?" As she was running off I cold hear her, "Corset! Later!" She ran off in a matter of seconds and was gone. I could tell right then, she was a bad girl. I liked bad girls. After she was gone I went to bed. I dreamt about her. I had no fucking idea why but she was on my mind BAD man. I dreamt of a bunch of things about her. I dreamt about how she sounded when she was happy instead of aggravated, I Dreamt about her soft furry tail wrapping around me, I dreamt about her body pressed up against mine, and I woke up. " FUCK!" I yelled when I couldn't go back to sleep.

"It was just getting to the good part." Okay, Look I'll admit this I had never had sex before. The girls were alright but, I mean come on there's always better. Fiona was all like " I'm not ready for that" and Alicia thought I was disgusting so who fucking needs em? Anyway.I woke up and went to the kitchen. I knew I had about a dozen eggs in the fridge but that was about it because that's all I could get out of the store without getting caught. Undercover remember? I went to the kitchen, opened my fridge, and it was chuck full of food. I swear I thought I was dreaming. I mean there was meat, eggs, vegetables, fruit, even sweets. I saw a note and took it out I read it and in some really cool handwriting it said " You saved my life" that's it. It had a red ribbon on it. I figured it was corset. But how the fuck did I save her life? Now I couldn't get a hold of her. I had no idea how. I have to admit, I did want to see her again. I guess I wanted to get to know her slightly. She seemed like a strong chick she could help me out with my plan.