He is My Master

65: Rise And Shine!

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Sonic blinked. He had woken up, in a room that was too dark and unfamiliar. He had no idea where he was. The last thing he could remember was that he had gone to sleep next to Shadow, but somehow, of the black hedgehog there was suddenly no trace. No, instead, the darkness around him was now starting to solidify into shapes he could recognize as his eyes got used to it, and he started to see...horribly familiar stone walls with rings embedded in them, and now he also realized that he was lying on something that felt just like the rack they had had him chained to. The blue hero could feel terror shoot through him like a lightning bolt. He tried to instinctively roll around and jerk away, but almost instantly could feel the cruel bite of manacles around his ankles and wrists, keeping him fixated, keeping him chained. Sonic wanted to scream, to shout at the universe how all of this was even possible, he was supposed to be home, when a voice came from the darkness that let the words die in his throat.

"Hello, babe. After the failed exchange I thought you might be back before long..."

Smiling, Scourge the Hedgehog had melted out of the shadows like a bad dream.

For a moment, Sonic was too paralyzed to do anything, only staring back at him as the green hedgehog's sharp-toothed grin grew even wider, the other leaning over him.

"So have you learned to behave yet, I wonder...?" Scourge asked and as he spoke, Drago and more shadowy figures were emerging from the darkness, all starting to laugh and coo at Sonic, and now the blue hedgehog could all at once feel hands groping him, pawing at his body, his face, his mouth and his ears. Desperately, Sonic tried to squeeze his eyes shut and to twist away, to cry out, but then there were fingers around him, inside him, no spot on his body left unsoiled, and then Scourge drew his sword and climbed atop him to-

Sonic awoke with a gasp and a strangled scream, sitting at once bolt-upright on the couch. Green eyes wide and heart racing, it took him one, two moments before he even realized where he was and why.

Tails'...Tails' living room. I am at Tails' house. I'm home.

He quickly glanced to his side and his gaze fell on the familiar form of Shadow, the black hedgehog peacefully sleeping in the chair next to him, his body apparently having been too tired after all for the self-assigned watch.

I'm safe.

The blue hedgehog let himself collapse with an exhausted sigh, coming to lie back on the couch with a soft womph. The blanket settling over his body again, he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, trying to stifle a groan.

Another chaos-damned nightmare. Fucking Scourge.

Sonic turned his head to the side, staring at nothing resentfully. It wasn't fair. The danger was over. He deserved to have a peaceful rest after this. Not...

...not to be groped and humiliated and violated in my sleep. Yeah. That would be nice.

He blew a huff of air through his nose, frustrated. He was no stranger to nightmares, that much was true. Sonic gave a humourless snort, privately thinking that anyone who had survived everything he had and didn't have nightmares occasionally would probably be the freak. There were a few recurring favourites, of course – Tails' plane losing altitude, the little fox ending his life in the gunfire from the Death Egg, Shadow's hand slipping out of his after their fight against the BioLizard, he himself unable to move while Black Doom's larvae crept up his legs to worm themselves into his belly like maggots, and of course, the eternal crowd pleaser of his subconscious movie theatre, the Best Of-moments of his time in Robotnik's dungeons – Sonic closed his eyes briefly, he wasn't going there again, he was healthy again, he was fine - and it seemed he had just gotten a new hit for the box office, Sonic thought grimly. Three times a week was a lot, even for him.