Me: So much to do...

Sonic: Still your birthday?

Me: yeah...

Rouge: But you still got to finish the next chap.

Me: yup^^

Amy: Cool :D

Me: *mumbles* not for Sonic...

Amy: Hmm?

Me: nothing, can you do the disclaimer?

Amy: Uhm, sure. techno-cat only owns the story. Sonic & Co. belong to SEGA. Scourge belongs to Archie Comics.

Slave of Love – Chapter 6

Sonic's POV

The moon was already high up in the sky as I made my way towards the mansion. Her room was dark, but a little candle was still burning on the balcony. I climbed up the vines, jumping over the fence and landing on the stony ground. I knocked on her window. Something stirred in her room and opened it. "Come in!" Amy said, smiling. I stepped through and sat on her bed. She sat down next to me and looked into my eyes, ready for the story. "You see, Scourge is…well…he's a jackass." she giggled at the comment. I merely smiled at her before continuing. "Scourge drinks, he takes drugs and gets at least one girl to sleep with him each night. But most of the time, there are more than one. He's a player, a womanizer. Half of the kids I know are his. And he's not gentle either. Most of the female slaves I got to know were raped by him and are now scared of physical contact or even afraid of sleep, 'cause he would always hunt them on their dreams. They're scared of him beyond your imaginations. I just don't want the same happen to you…." I paused. She looked at me and smiled. "What is it?" I asked. "He's more than a former master to you, isn't he?" she replied. "What do you mean?" I asked stupidly. I was well aware of what she meant, but I didn't want to tell her…yet.

"You know what I mean. You wouldn't know so much about him if you only were his slave." she told me. I sighed, looking away from her.

It was true. I really wasn't just his slave, even if he treated me like one. But I didn't want to have anything to do with this sick bastard anymore. I clenched my fist at the memory of him, standing here in this very room with a smug grin on his face, ready to rape Amy at any time, and Amy, with her back to the wall, a fearful look on her face and tears in her eyes. I saddened as I remembered that. Scourge scared her, made her upset and…made her beautiful smile disappear.

I felt something on my fist, stroking it. I turned my head, look into Amys jade green eyes. Her face was slightly flustered and I felt my cheeks becoming hot too as I noticed how close we were. But slowly, reality faded away and it was just the two of us. My hands cupped her face as we came closer to each other. My eyes closed, letting my instincts lead my actions. Closing the gap between us, my lips pressed on hers. Fireworks went off in my head and my body heat rose. I wrapped my arms around her waist, not wanting to end this wonderful moment. Her hands moving around my neck as she stroked it. I felt shivers going down my spine while my lips felt like they were on fire. But it was pleasant warmth and I wanted more of it. My tongue ran along her lower lip, asking for entrance as she squealed, but it was a muffled sound as we were still kissing. I opened my eyes slightly, looking into her surprised ones, which closed shortly after as I felt her lips parting. My tongue slashed into her mouth as soon as it opened and explored it. It tasted like cherries, fresh from the tree and kissed by the sun shine. Her tongue wrapped around mine, wrestling with it. My tongue backed away into my mouth, letting her explore it.

I started feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen and pulled away softly. "Woah..." we both whispered, totally flustered and breathless. Realizing, what we've done, I stared at the ground (which I suddenly found very interesting) and scratched my neck. She squeezed my hands, making me look at her. "Could we…do that again?" she asked timidly. I nodded, as she put her hands on my face, cupping it. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. But just as we were about to lock lips again, the door opened. "What the-? Amelia de la Rose!" We turned around, still in our tight embrace, and saw Mr. de la Rose a.k.a. Amy's father standing in the doorway. We looked at each other, as our cheeks got scarlet red, and pulled away.

Mr. de la Rose shot an ice-cold glare at me as his guards stepped into the room and pulled me with them. I knew I was in for it as soon as I lay eyes on the heavy metal door we were approaching. The guards opened it and pushed me towards a chair. I grabbed it to prevent myself from falling flat on my face. They told me to bend over and I obeyed, so that I wouldn't get more punished than I was about to be already.

As soon as I did what I was told, however, they started to lash me. I grunted as the pain shot through my back, spreading all over my body, setting each and every muscle on fire. I already felt the familiar warm liquid running down my back, but it wasn't over yet.

The whip slashed me again and again, making it harder not to scream from the pain, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep consciousness much longer.

It seemed as if they had read my mind as their whip slashes became stronger with each blow. I couldn't hold it in anymore and started to scream from the pain I was feeling. It felt like I was stabbed with burning swords which slowly made their way to the bone, licking at my flesh with their blazing blades. And I was at the mercy of them.

My sight slowly started to fade away into blackness from the lack of blood. The last thing I saw before loosing consciousness was something pink kneeing down in front of me.

Amy's POV

I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed. My father just left the room, but not before lecturing me about being loyal to my 'fiancé'. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. Why should I be loyal when Scourge was going round sleeping with other women, plus I don't even like him one bit.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud slashing noise, followed by a bone-shattering cry. I yanked my door opened and ran to the origin of the sound, coming up to a heavy metal door.

I put my hands on the handle and pressed my body against it as I slowly, but surely pushed it open. The sight behind it made me freeze.

Sonic was bent over a chair, his back covered in fresh scars. Whips were slashing down on him, causing him to cry out in pain as blood ran down his spine.

"Stop it!" I yelled, attracting the guards' attention to myself as they stopped whipping Sonic.

"Leave him to me. You're dismissed!" I told them, but they didn't listen.

They turned back around, ready to torture Sonic once again.

But instead they let go of their whips and backed away slowly before running out the room at full speed. I turned to Sonic…

…and nearly screamed at the sight.

He was lying on the ground, his back covered with uncountable scars and a pool of blood was slowly forming underneath him. I ran to his side, lifting him up by his armpits. "Sonic! Wake up, you can't leave me here!" I yelled as I shook him, but he was like dead weight in my arms. "C'mon, don't die on me." I whispered, sobbing.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I broke down weeping over him, hoping that he would wake up, that he wasn't dead.

"Come back…"

Sonic: ...woah...

Amy: *blushes*

Me: sorry...

Sonic: it's alright, there are worse things...

Me: I think, I'm gonna continue writing now...