Stitched We Heal (Fleetonic)

Ep 1

Thank you PredafuryTheXacon for helping me find the title! 😊😁

Also this shit starts off with gore so grab your tits and don't puke.
   
    
PoV: 3rd Person

  It was cold... it was dark... it was hell.

  In this small cage, he lived alone. Only getting a hungry visitor who came by almost everyday.

"Hmhm, are you hungry?" The voice chuckled as a silver blaze was raised to a pale peach belly, "You're still quiet, good boy."

  A scream echoed through the halls as the blade cut slowly into the thin and frail stomach. Blood poured down sun deprived light blue legs as tears rushed down a pale peach muzzle. The voice held the cut open and slow slid their hard member inside. The screams only continued as the thrusting began. There was no begging, no pleas for it to stop, because there was no voice for it anymore.

"Hey, it's hard to fuck you with your intestines falling out," the voice wrapped a hand around the small bruised throat and squeezed. The screams were immediately replaced with silence as the thrusting continued where it shouldn't. Pink insides were suddenly met with semen and blood. The large had release the small throat, letting them cough as gasp as more tears fell.

"Let's fix up that new fuck hole," staples were used to sclose the wound after the intestines were pushed in at random. White and red dropped from the wound along with the several others that were already along the small weak body.

"That's right, I still need to feed you through your mouth," the voice grabbed a small rubbed hole and forced it into the gasping mouth. They pushed it far down the red irritated throat until the stomach was reached. A syringe with a clear fluid was attached to the end. It was slowly injected directly into the stomach. The hose was pulled out and a needle was injected into his neck as the voice laughed. A hallucinogenic drug that would take effect in five minutes, it would last hours with no mercy on the weak soul's mind.

  Six years, for six years, that was the life of Sonic the Hedgehog.

  He was captured six years ago and tortured. How he was capture, no one was really quiet sure since no traces had been left behind.

  With in a hour, the hillucinating hedgehog was unshackled and dragged to a table as his mind panicked in a silent terror. The walls moved even though he was still under the table, the colors seemed to warp and fall as he couldn't identify them any longer.

"Maybe I'll use a whole that's already there this time," the voice smiled as it slowly spread the weak boney legs. The pink hole still had white and read stains around it from not being bathed in months. Sonic couldn't recognize the feeling of have a cock rammed into him as he could hardly see what was in front of him. The human voice groaned as it began to thrust again, filling Sonic's lower digestive tract with cum. Sonic wasn't moving, though he was very much alive. The swirling of his vision and several infected cuts were making his stomach unwell. He threw up without knowing what was happening.

"You motherfucker!" The voice slammed their hand down and ran their gloved finger in the bloody vomit, "Don't go waisting food!"

  The shoved their vomit coated fingers into the dry mouth that began to gag from the long fingers that reached his throat, "You've waisted all this food, damn it!"

  Sonic was met with a hard blow to his cheek and a blood nose. The large member was then forced down his gullet as it came, "That's the only refill you get today so don't throw it up or you'll be drinking vomit tomorrow!" They snapped.

  Sonic was dracce back to the cell. The door was slammed too hard for it's own good as it swung back open as the voice walked away and out of the room they kept Sonic in.

  The room began to settle, and colors stopped moving. Again, there was vomit. Dull green eyes blinked away the dryness they felt. Instead of grey bars, they saw an open door...

  The frail body slowly climbed onto is forearms and moved slowly on all fours. It stopped at the gate and brought his nose to the ground. He smelt no danger and slowly moved. He didn't know where he was going, only that today he wasn't in the amount of pain he usually was in. Still, there was too much damaged to his legs for him to walk upright. His legs were also covered in gashes filled with blood and semen. Any cut in his body, and hole was a toy to the one who captured him. The door was unlocked as a weak beaten forehead pushed against it and opened the door slowly. A loud wince echoed an empty hallway the the door came down on Sonic's bleeding side. He whimpered as he continued to pull away. The door tore off six old staples to an infected wound as Sonic finally pulled himself out. His blood was slow from the puffy and infected area. He could hardly stand. Sonic laid down and rested, the lights were still on, but they wouldn't be for much longer according to Sonic's distorted internal clock.

  He started moving again simply wandering until he reached a window. He whimpered heavily as he climbed up and the lights shut off. The voice had left the facility and had locked the front door.  Sonic laid down in front of the window, he didn't recognize how it worked, and only saw the small silver magnets that held it shut. He pushed against the window, wanting to chew on the silver item he saw. The window pop open and Sonic froze in place as a barrage of forgotten smells wavered across his nose. He had successfully gotten to bite down on the silver item that his instincts had commanded him to do. The window was over a bed of grass which those dull green eyes had no memory of.

  Sounds in the night sky terrified the weak mobian. It started to back away from the winder before the alarms went off. The loud piercing sound startled him, causing him to fall out of window and into the soft grass. The hourly night scanners set off an alarm in the facility to let the voice know that Sonic was no longer in his cell.

  The dull blue hedgehog ran from the sound on all fours, the sound the piercing to his ears, like something out of a nightmare. He knew those alarms were never a good sign, so he continued to scurry away through the tall grass that left a weird feeling in his fur, and the trees which terrified him with their height. Sonic moved until the sun began to rise, he collapsed, no longer able to feel his dying body... he laid there, in the middle of a forest, alone.

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"What is that?" A strange smell flowed near a nose with a golden furred body, "Smells like someone's dying."

  The began to slowly follow the scent with curiosity in their mind alone.

"I wonder who it is."

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  New book! Deal with it!

  3 new books in one month bitches!!!! Don't fucking judge me! I know I have 26 others I need to work on.

Anyway, enjoy this one. I wanted to make another torture based book, but with more goriness for the gore scenes that will probably not be too often.

I love you all. Please comment, it makes me feel like I have a purpose be here and I don't like feeling like no one has anything to say about my work.

I'll see you in episode 2! (No kisses because I'm sick.)

Bye bye~ 😊