A/N: Meh. After some thinking, it really didn't make much sense for the girl to be at a house. A house. No. Not realistic. So I made this big change here. I'll be reworking chapter 2 as well. -cracks knuckles-

Re-re-edited: May 13 2011.

Disclaimer: Amy belongs to SEGA. I own the other characters who appear in this chapter.

Chapter 1: A Normal Day

Just look away Amy. Pretend nobody's there.

"Mama, I'm hungry."

Ignore them. Don't make the situation worse.

"How many times have I told you, there's leftovers in the fridge so get your butt back home!"

If you intervene, the little boy will just get punished at home.

"But Mama, there's mold on everything."

Don't look. Don't look.

"Well if you didn't cling onto me so much, maybe Mama would've gotten you a new father already! Better yet, your Papa should've taken you with him! Then I wouldn't have to listen to your damn whining everyday!"

Leaving the restaurant I walked down a couple blocks, stopping when I reached my apartment complex. Hands shaking, I inserted the key, going inside and straight to my home. Slamming my door shut, I slid down, taking deep breaths.

That little boy, he looked so skinny. Yet his mother, was wearing all that fancy jewelry and make up. I wish I could've done something. But according to Vector...the mother would most likely lock the boy up with no food for a day or two. I can't let that happen. I can't.

If only...I was a detective, or part of the police force. Maybe I'd be able to do something than.

~Change of POV~

A week has passed, and yet I still wait.

I've been dragged out of bed by that bastard. He's in his 40's, and very tall, yet chubby. He is a Royal Blue Grizzly Bear; his eyes are Mahogany and he wears glasses, a Navy shirt, and jeans. He wears no gloves so he could intimidate and harm me with his long, sharp white claws.

"Get up you whore. You're in charge of cleanin' today. And if I hear a complaint from a client." He instantly slashed my face harshly, causing me to fall to the floor heavily. I heard him walk out of my room and stomp to the front, slamming both doors. I shakily got up and made my way to the supply closet. Grabbing what I needed I went straight to work in the hallways.

During the daytime, we were to check the schedule. Whoever didn't have a client for the day was to clean the...compound. The one in charge was the bastard himself. He was a complete neat freak. Even if he didn't get a single complaint, he'd collect every girl who was on cleaning duty that day if he found even a single piece of fur.

Glancing at the...chart, there were only two others who had cleaning duty. I was a little relieved to see their names up there, they desperately needed a break from their...jobs. Still focused on my task, I also checked to see who had cooking duty.

Panicking for a moment, I gritted my teeth, quietly muttering to myself.

We won't be eating today. If he doesn't like the food, none of us eat. Why did it have to be those three.

Shaking my head I went to the...meeting room, nodding at my companions for the day.

Only half an hour passed, and already I could hear HIS voice and the sound of dishes breaking. We already knew what he'd do next. In just a few seconds, we could hear the three girls screaming in pain. From his shoving their faces into the broken dishes. Soon after, the intercom went off.

"To all harlots. Thanks to your 'friends' in charge of the meals today, none of you eat. Now for the cleaning crew...if I see a damn spot left of their blood in here, your blood will be joining it."

Without wasting any time I went to get the bleach, the other two going straight to the kitchen.

How much more blood do I have to clean up...

Cleaning up the mess, we dare didn't speak. Someone was always watching. Always.

Every night the bastard would personally lock each and every one of us up into separate rooms. So we couldn't conspire with each other to escape. During the day, when he wasn't always around, he had his men watch us through the security system. They also 'chaperoned us' whenever we had to go outside, for whatever reason.

However, I have found a way to unlock my door. If I'm lucky enough to have one of the more lazy night time guards watching the monitors, I could possibly escape from this place. But first I must wait, I can't risk getting caught right away. Patience is the key.

I just finished cleaning the upper floor. All that is left was the eight bathrooms, the currently unused 'special' rooms, the laundry room along with the laundry, the office, the storage room, and the rest of the basement. I never cleaned my own room, I'm not allowed to. So it always remained a mess. The floor filthy, covered with dirt and infested with insects and spiders.

Since the room was so disgusting, I'd have to scrub myself until my skin turned red whenever I had...clients.

I have no windows, no lamps, nothing. All I have is a torn mattress, a ripped up blanket, and my torn up clothing. I have other clothing, but they are sluttish. The bastard forces me to wear them on "special" occasions.

It was only the most requested 'playmate' who had a clean room and nice clothes. Not once did she have to cook or clean, even when she didn't have clients. Instead she was allowed to eat out and go shopping. Many of us hated her...but we couldn't do a single thing. The last time someone did, the bastard had her displayed nude outside tied to wooden posts. She was raped repeatedly for more than a week, than killed when none of the men wanted to use her anymore.

No one dared to even speak to the favorite anymore.

After many hours of scrubbing and sweeping, I was finally done. I was currently upstairs in one of the bathrooms, drying the mirror. I immediately became horrified at my reflection when I finished.

My fur was covered in grime and dirt; I could no longer tell what my natural colors were. The sleeves on my shirt were falling off. I could see many scars on the visible parts of my body. My face, it was completely covered with scars from his claws. The injury he gave me earlier was still bleeding. My three tails were losing their fur. My hair was covered in guck. I'm glad it was long enough to touch the floor, so it can cover my hideous body.

All of this was his fault.

My eyes were covered with dark glasses, but I was too frightened to remove them.

I tore my sight away and grabbed the cleaning supplies, rushing out to go to the storage room. At least it didn't have mirrors

I then heard footsteps, tensing up. Inspection time. Keeping my eyes straight ahead, I stood still. Awaiting his judgement.

A/N: I changed this a lot obviously. And the first few paragraphs for the prologue and this chapter? They were to get a little deeper into everyone to why they would bother to want to help someone in the first place after knowing their background.