After not posting this story for 4 years, I hope this is the last time I have to make a comeback, haha! I have 19 chapters written and unedited that I need to work on, but I'm finally getting to a time in my life where I can section out time for myself to focus on hobbies.

I would like to thank all first-timers for clicking this story, and all returners who are glad to see it uploaded again! It really means a lot to me that people enjoy it, and are willing to return after such a long break. I am hoping to upload a chapter once a week, the chapters will start off shorter but will get longer as the story goes on. My tendency to write shorter chapters can now be blamed on my ADHD haha.

With that being said, this story is not for the faint of heart. Many chapters in this story will contain scenes of sexual and physical abuse, self-harm, sex, and attempted suicide. There will be a trigger warning before each chapter that contains said content.

Thanks again, enjoy the story.

The bright light from the doorway stung her sensitive eyes until the heavy wood slammed shut into its place. The dark, wet aura of the room she grew to know too well swallowed up the pair. The only thing allowing her to see the man in front of her was a dull hanging light fixture tucked in the ceiling of the stairwell. Amy's eyes had long since adjusted to the dingy cellar; she could see the rounded figure looming above her at the top of the stairs. She squirmed in the heavy metal chains that were holding her up, mounting her to the wall like a live trophy. The man made his way down the wooden steps, each one squeaking with a ferocity that shook Amy's bones, fragile from the lack of everything. Amy kept her head low, longing to be somewhere else, anywhere else, until she felt a rough hand tug up on her chin, forcing her eyes to make contact with his.

"Do it voluntarily this time and I'll take a year off your life sentence. How about it, Rosie?"

The pink hedgehog lifted up, trying to get away from the man who held her captive. She hissed and spat in his face, her voice breaking out of her throat in a deep and raspy sentence, "You should know by now, I will never do anything even remotely close to that, never for the likes of you."

The harsh, dull figure of Dr. Eggman's new form heaved with sickening, earsplitting laughter, "Like you have a choice in the matter. You'll be mine forever, or until you die. The dawn of four years is coming up quickly; my old body is long since buried. No one will ever come looking for you; everyone thinks you're dead. That traitorous bat girl, your little bunny friend, even your blue rat Sonic has stopped looking-"

"You're wrong, Eggman!" she yelled. Her hoarse voice was steady despite the tears rolling down her pale, cut-up cheeks, "You know I'm alive. I know I'm alive. Sonic will never stop looking for me. He will find me one day, and you-"

The evil doctor cut her off with a quick and hard slap to her sensitive cheek, "Get over yourself, Pinky! Your beloved Sonic already has! Did I never tell you that he moved on? Quite rapidly, I might add, even for him. Your hero-"

"Stop!" Amy felt the remainder of what little energy she had leave her body as she lurched forward, falling as close to the ground as she could get. The only thing that was holding her up was the cold, slimy chains that threatened to rip her shoulders out of their sockets.

"Not something you wish to hear, huh?" He pulled a piece of bread from somewhere behind him and threw it at the chained-up hedgehog, "You might want to start eating the food I bring down for you. It's not fun without a struggle." He lifted Amy's head up by the bangs on her face, making her cry out in pain. Eggman laughed as he ran a hand along her bare chest, squeezing as hard as he could when he got to her breasts. "It's time for me to get going, anyways. Wasting my time by talking. I'll be back. Be ready."

He released her throbbing breast and pulled his hand back, slapping it hard enough to send her whimpering and crying from the pain. He stood up, grinning down at the hedgehog whose been his sex slave for the past four years, "I love that."

Amy raised her head and watched the fat man thunder up the stairs and switch off the light. She let out a quiet yelp, her normal, last-ditch attempt to be heard by somebody. The door slammed, ringing throughout the basement and drowning out her cries for help.

Amy sat in the darkness that she had begun to welcome. Her skin pricked and burned. It's already been four years, she thought. How am I alive?

Amy looked over to where the bread had landed after it hit her. There was a tray full of rotting food that was set up so that Amy could reach it with one of her hands and lean to reach it with her mouth, but her energy was all but drained. Every move she made dug the cuffs deeper into her wrists, the scars from them never healed and always reopened.

She closed her eyes and let the darkness creep back in, I wish I was dead.

An ear-splitting bang woke her up from her exhaustion, minutes, maybe hours later. The door at the top of the stairs was being shaken, sending echo after sharp echo down throughout the basement where Amy sat in her pile on the floor. Oh, no, she thought. For a moment, the jiggling of the door came to a stop, then a banging started back up seconds later. All that was running through her head was, He's mad. He's mad. He's mad. If the light had been on, anyone would notice that the tears streaming down her cheek would have been the most abundant thing in the room.

Amy ran out of tears a few minutes after the banging on the door had stopped. Her breathing went back to its usual shallow and short gulps of air. Eggman hadn't come down to the cellar, and he usually only acknowledges her if he wants her body, or to feed her. Her breath caught in her throat when she shifted her weight and felt warm liquid trickle down her forearms. Her hands had been numb for a long time, but she knew that if they had feelings in them, the pain would be excruciating.

Suddenly, an explosion at the door flooded light down into the dim basement. The bright light stung her eyes and, blinded, she growled and tried to rip herself from the chains. It was no use. However, she wasn't met with the obnoxious bellows of the one who held her captive. Her ears filled with gasps and even a sob. She quieted down, and cautious feet squeaked down step by step.

"Amy Rose?" She heard someone ask, quietly, but certain. It was the first time in the past four years that she had heard a voice that wasn't accompanied by some sort of abuse. Amy let out a large sob, and everything picked back up in a flurry of calls, beeps, and questions.

"Boss," someone was facing the other way, but in that moment, she heard him clearly. His words were followed by a shrill beep, "you won't believe who we just found."