Nothing could be heard aside from his uneasy and fast breathing as he waited in anxiety, his senses so diffuse and nebulous the clinking of the chains holding the shackles that suspended his wrists above his head seemed distant and echoed in the dark-pitch room as he feebly struggled to get free.

He was facing a stone wall while standing on his feet, though darkness was all he could see. His right cheek and chest was pressed against it, he felt no cold either. His whole motion stopped in a blink with a sudden gust of fear as he heard the thrilling creaking of a door, it reached his ears so clear it almost was tangible. Knowing what would follow next he doubled his efforts to get loose the shackles.

A desperate scream was gave as a pair of rough hands started to roam merciless his body from his chest to his most inner part stopping only to get a full grip. Lewd words were whispered lustfully to his ears in a hot steamed breath that made him involuntary shudder. His body squirmed violently as he felt a tongue slither through the crook of his neck.

Although the whole time he shouted at the top of his lungs no sound were to resonate anywhere, ears or walls, and only was left to be lost in the stagnant air of that rayless abysm. He gasped in horror when one of his thighs was lift, now he didn't move, not a bit and only let the streams of tears run across his tender cheeks, as he felt the warmness of them all the blackness and dullness were beginning to disperse like dense fog does at the peak of day, driving him into a state of awareness and full consciousness, his wrists free and his body lying on a n old ragged mat and his body covered with a harsh grayish sheet.

He still was panting, he´s eyes wide open as he embraced himself in a protective ball, few whimpers still came off his throat but he forcefully began to suffocate them as he tried to breath steadily again. Just when his heart went on normal rates again it rushed rampant after he realized the place he was in, it was a small room underground only illuminated by the line of shimmering light from the gap beneath the door, it was empty except for him, the rags and a shallow bowl of food. Before he could gather his thoughts together the door were roughly opened as two servants walked in.

"Leave me alone!" He bellowed as he was dragged through the corridors, the two servants by his sides grabbing his peach arms. When Shadow heard the pitiful howls stood from the mahogany chair of the study and rushed outside instead of waiting for the servants to bring the slave to him.

"What's happening here?" Suddenly the blue one stopped struggling and gazed his master, his body outlined the moonlight crossing the glass of the large window behind him, and the same shining made his fur gleam flawlessly. His bright red eyes glowing in contrast to the shade the silver light casted, glowing in an intense inflamed blood crimson but yet projected soothing calmness and if gazed longer a hint of sorrow, nothing that could be seen in a glimpse.

Shadow was speechless as he stared his blue young slave, amazed at how the pale moonlight stroked gently his figure turning the azure he saw before into bright sapphire that contrasted the gloomy surroundings. His flaring green eyes staring at him so deeply and vividly they seemed to burn his soul. His whole being was the embodiment of youth and freedom.

The servants were speaking as the hedgehogs contemplated each others; nonetheless both of them weren't listening for their whole senses were fixated on each others.

Finally the ebony hedgehog cut the babbling of his servants and asked his slave "What's your name?" His voice so deep and serene it brought peace to blue ears, like the waves of a wistful ocean.

The youngster shook his head mentally and recalled who that man was, the one that self proclaimed his owner, his tormentor in turn, and someone who had to be seen with abhorrence not the girly stupefied way he was doing. If he could take a look of himself he would be ashamed just for the awkward position he was, he was sitting on the floor with his hands bound behind his back just like his ankles, his legs flexed and closed together like a woman expected to be rescued.

"What do you care?" He replied in anger and took the only posture of attack his bound body would allow him; one of his ivory sharp canines could be seen. The entire light and enticing atmosphere was gone.

The punishment for such insolence would be fifteen lashes; the muscled red walrus behind the boy raised a whip but just before it could touch the cobalt fur it was entangled around the forearm of the young lord. Green eyes watched in confusion at his new master, he still was on the floor unable to move freely for the tight grip of the ropes.

"But…my lord… why…?" Shadow didn't reply; he only jerked the thong of the whip with his arm making the servant release it and threw it aside in a movement.

"Begone, I want to speak with my slave" "I'm not your slave!" The hedgehog snapped, the servants quickly reacted but were stopped only by their lord raised hand.

"My lord, please allow me to discipline the slave, it was my duty when your father were…"

"My father is dead, there's no need for you to carry the task anymore"

"But it was my only duty; I'm a slave trainer, the best in the city. Your father hired me to break this slave and…"

"Your services are no longer needed here; you'll be properly paid for them and then leave in the morning" He stated, and then his eyes were set on the hedgehog only looking up at him incredulously.

"My lord… please…"

"Or perhaps you want to leave now?" He looked at the other servant. "Are you a slave trainer too?"

"No, my lord, I'm the head servant"

"Good, then help this man gather his belongings and pay him off" The red walrus was about to plead again but didn't say a word as he met the unforgiving blood eyes of his. As he was walked out he looked behind his shoulder and saw the slave staring at him and smirking with satisfaction. That corpulent mammal had being torturing him since the first day he was brought there, using the most painful and humiliating methods to turn him into the submissive pet everyone of his previous master wanted him to be.

"Will you tell me your name now?" The smirk fell and his gaze darted to the black hedgehog standing before him.

"Fuck off, I don't belong to you or anybody" He started to try to break free from the ropes but the knots were so intricate they could only be undone with assistance. The other hedgehog only watched his slave writhing in his bonds; he squirmed so delightfully his body seemed to crave his warm touch. The ropes snugged perfectly on him, not too loose and not too tight so it wouldn't cut circulation. The lariat encircled his neck in a loop, went down between his collar bones and divided in two branches that girded his chest to meet in a knot on his back, then it went front below his ribs went back and finally encircled his thin waist and extended to his hands binding them together on his back. His ankles and knees were tied with different ropes but still the knots looked well elaborated. Unconsciously he admired the job that slave trainer did as his eyes explored and stripped naked the body of his.

He was enjoying himself till all of a sudden Mephiles words reverberated in his mind like a thunder. Luckily, the younger male was too concentrated in breaking free that didn't notice the lustful stares of his master. He let a gasp as he felt the other's presence behind him and began thrashing around hurting the lord with sharp cobalt quills. The dark hedgehog didn't flinch even so and firmly grabbed him by the arms forcing him on his belly.

"I'm untying you! Keep still!"

"Right! Like I'm falling for that!" He moved even more, bristling his quills towards his chest and face, nevertheless he never retreated. When the lord finally managed to undo the knots on the wrists the blue one suddenly swirled and one of his quills slashed through ebony neck. It was a tiny possibility, one in a million, but a lone pointed quill pierced through one vessel and ripped it so it started to well blood profusely tainting with red the bright azure fur beneath him.

He released the boy's wrists and brought a hand to cover the wound but didn't stop bleeding; in a second he started to feel dizzy and lost all his strength. He fell languidly to the puddle of his own scarlet blood, he was expecting to remember his life from childhood till this very moment but the only images his mind showed were his sapphire slave's, the one who had cut his neck and didn't care about it.

Black eyelids fell in resignation but slowly opened again as he felt a tender hand on the wound plugging the liquid; he looked above and saw his blue screaming for help. A light smile passed his lips, already feeling stupid for the joy it brought to him to be regarded by his blue slave.