Roses are red but so is blood

Chapter 6

The ship was quiet, the soft buzz of occasional turbulence fading into white noise. You noticed your reflection on the window.

It had finally happened, between the occasional gifts, the quick visits and short trips, you wondered when he'd make a move. Two days ago he had wondered into your room, interrupting you mid crossword with violin music and a bouquet of roses.

"It's only a date," You said to your reflection, "Maybe it'll be fun, it can't be as bad as I think it will. Right?"

You turned away from the window, icy hands resting on your face.

With a huff you straighten your back and went to the closet, more fine clothing appeared. Dresses, suits, fancy shoes and a box of the finest jewelry you'd ever seen. The amount of fancy clothes Robotnik had gifted you was getting ridiculous, you could clothes an entire town but it was all for you, just you.

There was a red dress that caught your interest. You pulled it out, it had no sleeves, a thigh split and reached just above your knees. You paired it with a white corset and white 4 inch heels. You put your hair up in a bun; stuck a couple flowered clips in it and put on a lovely diamond necklace.

You didn't feel pretty anymore, not in the same way you had felt when you were first captured. Whatever fun or enjoyment you felt in feeling glamourous was replaced with an empty feeling of objectification. There was no more posing, no more twirling around in lacy dresses. You just looked at yourself and then exited the room.

You and the Dr had gone on outings before, short and sweet. After you two bonded he'd drop you off at your room and then forget about you for a few days before repeating it. At first you hated it, hated him, which led to escape attempts and those escape attempts led to increase in security measures.

Build a wall around a person and they'll climb it, tie the person with a rope and they'll cut it; stick them in a cage and they'll starve themselves to fit through the bars. The only way to insure that a prisoner doesn't escape, is through fear of the consequences if they do.

You glared at the bracelet on your arm.

The mechanical doors whooshed open and outside was your escort, a robot with a black tie. You took the robots extended arm and followed it. Footsteps echoed throughout the ship, sounding overly loud in your ears, sounding similar to the heart pounding in your chest.

You reminisced about the time you went on a date with your first partner, they were a mobian and a pretty shy one at that. A blue wolf with silver stripes, with a cute blouse and shorts. You both went to the park, had a blast roller skating and then ate ice cream by a water fountain. You remember the nervous joy that bubbled in your belly, it made you want to puke but in a good way. This date felt the polar opposite, the butterflies felt more like sea urchins and there was no joy, only nervous fear.

As your destination neared, you lifted your head, squinting your eyes and smiled. Wrinkles by your eyes were the biggest indicator of a genuine smile, the Dr was very good at noticing details like this, you couldn't afford to slip up. Not even once.

"Hello Dr. Robotnik, you look dashing this evening," you hummed, leaning in closer to him, "The color black suits you well." Your smirk widened when you noticed him getting flustered, the signs were subtle but you had them memorized.

Dr. Robotnik was a romantic man and a sucker for flirtatious comments. Normally you preferred to keep your flirting on the downlow. Normally you'd prefer fun dates over romantic ones.

Then again, people weren't normally surrounded by faceless, stoic bots. People normally weren't locked inside a fancy cage with only books, cooking and chores to keep you company. People normally weren't in the company of a man who hid his face and emotions behind glass.