He is My Master

32: Training Day

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The frog opened the left half of the double door and Sonic, left with little choice, followed him inside the hall behind it. It wasn't as big as the throne room, but still quite impressive, measuring perhaps twenty metres of width and thirty in length. There were carpets and furs of animals (feral ones, Sonic hoped very fervently) hung on one side of the hall, and shields and weapons mounted on the part of Sonic that was responsible for the blue hedgehog surviving the madness he called 'life' so far immediately unconsciously noted the positions of the various blades and staves, evaluating them for potential use in combat.

Apart from the walls, though, the room was sparsely decorated. It had a sand-stone coloured floor, hewn from rough stone but worn smooth by years of use and thousands of furry feet (or scaly ones, the hedgehog reminded himself with a light scowl) shuffling across it. It had a sort of raised part of floor at one end with three steps leading up to it and otherwise there was a square indent sent into the stone in such a way that it created a sort of walkway along the walls while the main part of the floor was just an inch lower.

The only apparent furniture was a lone chest of drawers close to another, smaller door at the opposite corner of the hall that might have led into a storage room, and a couple of lengthy banquet tables (which sadly didn't hold any food, a certain disappointed stomach and high-speed metabolism noted). They were completed with a few rickety stools which stood just like the tables in apparent disarray; perhaps the hall had once been used for feasts, but now it looked more like an abandoned part of the castle that was the handy room for everything which wasn't important, but had to be done. Sonic noted with relief the absence of any obvious torture devices or similar which had freaked him out in the dungeon. Now a sudden touch at his choker let him snap back to attention as he noted the frog suddenly fumbling with his leash in an attempt to get it off the collar. Once again, a wave of annoyance flooded through the collared hero at the sensation of being touched by anyone but Shadow, but he held still until the thing had come undone.

"Until the trainer arrives, you're supposed to sit there, with the others," the frog said in a bored tone, rolling up the leather lead without hurry and nodding toward the left corner of the room. Sonic's head turned and only now he noted the two figures previously concealed from his view by the body of the doorman. Not sure whether he was supposed to reply verbally, he only gave a quick nod, before walking over to the kneeling Mobians, increasingly curious as to his new classmates.

The first thing he noticed was that they were either red, or red-and-black collared slaves like him, increasing his unease regarding the possible contents of the lessons just a bit. It ruffled his quills a little as he became aware that he, too, had started to regard the collar as the most prominent thing about a person and in his mind quickly went to rectify that. He took his own sweet time approaching them, especially since the frog had left the room again and for the moment there were no others to bully them around that he had to pretend to be terrified of. The one sitting closest to the door was a hedgehog like himself, although Sonic would have guessed he was maybe one or two years younger, and his fur was a vibrant green. The quills of him were thinner than Sonic's own, but just as long, sticking up wildly in all directions. He was a personal slave as well, red stitching on his black collar indicating that somebody wanted to have fun in private. The green teen was wearing simple sandals, wristbands covered in spikes and a red vest, which seemed to be a small mercy that his Master had granted him. Apart from that, his gaze was glued meekly to the ground, not even looking up when Sonic came closer. Next to him a honey-coloured cat girl crouched on the floor, and the hero of Mobius had the instinctive reaction to avert his gaze, mostly because she wasn't very...dressed.