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House of Pain; PG-13. Content Warning. Group. Open.
Topic Started: Nov 10 2009, 07:30 AM (7,163 Views)
Dr. Finitevus
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House of Pain
Modern Medeviel Fantasy-Style S/M Storyline




Content Warning: This is a Slave / Master Storyline. While there will undoubtly be Adult Themes as we progress I am abiding by the same rules as every other Mirrored Mobius Thread and not posting that material here. If you want to take a look at those logs simply IM me. After a week of fleshing out the roleplay and testing the waters I decided that this was not risque enough to go into the Radiant Rose and moved it back to Group Roleplay with multiple warnings. I will not move it again.



Premise
This stems from an interesting conversation we had at Sunday's Social. After thinking it over that night I decided to take a crack at it with Sonic-mun. We had an roleplay with a theme very similar to this one that didn't go anywhere before privately. This time around I did a fair amount of planning and talked the premise over with them and a few others. I feel more confident this time.

The general idea is to push to the limit without fear. This particular type of roleplay, S/M, works best if you're given permission to do that anyway. Though this is S/M it doesn't revolve so much around sexual situations as it does power and intimidation. As always when and if anything like that comes up it'll be edited out accordingly.

Since some people were interested in this premise before I'll leave it Open. I'll amend this later on today with more information about this Alternative Universe RP and how things are done here. Just wanted to get the log up here for our reference.



Characters
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Storyline Format
How we're Playing ...

Contrasting most of the roleplays on Mirrored Mobius House of Pain is done almost entirely in messenger with the exception of " catchup posts " that are done during the day whenever the players aren't meeting. AIM or a messenger that can communicate with AIM members is required for this storyline. It just makes it easier to meet and communicate all around. You can get an AIM screen name for free and use another browser-based messenger if you like.

Normally we try to meet every night (or every other night) between 9 and 10 Eastern Time. Check " New York " on the World Time Clock to see what time it'll be in your area. We usually meet from the time that the roleplay begins to 1-2 AM EST (4-5 hours) in the morning or however long it takes for the bulk of the players to go to bed. If you're thinking about joining you must be able to meet with us at least three times a week. There's no other way around it since we move much faster then Mirrored Mobius.

Though the group as a whole largely plays together there will be times when the group " splits " and conduct smaller side-story roleplays among themselves. The most practical reason for the splits is that people continue to roleplay even if their character was sent off somewhere. An example of this is when Scourge sends Sonic to the kitchen while he takes Silver upstairs. Those roleplays happened at the same time even though they were played at different places to keep the roleplay moving.

House of Pain Thread Listing
Directory of Threads

House of Pain Main - Main Storyline Thread
House of Pain Backstory Thread - General Side RP Thread
Basic Training - House of Pain Slave Primer (Read First Post)

As not to flood Mirrored Mobius with logs from this storyline we'll attempt to keep all the RP within these threads.

How to Join

Simply PM or IM me. I'll run through things with you and try to arrange an entry point.



Knothole was a relatively quiet village. Most of the residents knew each other by name, the members of each other's family, and watched over one another on a regular basis. The people there were good peace loving people who supported one another season after season. They lived a simple life where their biggest worry was whether or not they'll have good rainfall for the crops out here in the dense forest. The people in Knothole didn't bother their neighboring villages for much besides occasional help with the crops. They believed that staying out of the affairs of larger Kingdoms would spare them the grief that their citizens often faced.

That mentality made them an easy target.

A few hours before noon the Marauders launched their attack. To prevent their targets from escaping they set up a flaming barricade made of leaves, sticks, and hay that they gathered throughout the day from the surrounding forests. A slim opening was made at the mouth where they prepared their caravan to move out immediately.

The soldiers stormed into houses one by one, quickly, and flushed out the people that lived inside under threat of their lives. They were herded out into the streets where awaiting soldiers bound their wrists and ankles and urged them to go out through the opening where they'd be sorted. The Marauders didn't shoot anyone dead ... yet. Anyone who refused to make the move was bound and thrown out through the entrance just like the others. They wouldn't stop until they've gathered every mobian who lived in the village.

This was a villager's worst fear; a raid. Marauders were equipped well enough to take entire villages into custody for their own intentions. The people who were captured today had a fair idea of what was going to happen to them. Mauraders were Slave Hunters. They captured mobians en-mass to sell for profit on the market. Slavery was a very lucrative business though the majority of mobians who lived in the country couldn't afford even one. They were the playthings of city dwellers.

After clearing the village the Marauders separated the mobians into different groups. First they were separated by gender. Then they were separated again by age. Once more they were separated in a seemingly random order. A high ranking solider went down the line and yanked certain mobians out of it with seemingly no rhyme or reason behind it. One of the last ones he yanked out the line was a young blue hedgehog. He was thrown in a relatively small group with four other male mobians around his age.

The first group of similarly aged males that hadn't been singled out were ordered to move into a van with others to go who knows where. The smaller group, however, were told to get into the cargo hold of an airship for transport. They were tethered to a pole on the wall of the cargo hold and wouldn't have anything comfortable to sit on during the trip. Once the door was closed they had a three hour trip to look forward to. At the end of their trip their nightmare would begin.

At a seemingly random time the transport doors opened. A swarm of Marauders came in to release the slaves from their tethers one at a time. The group was shoved down the catwalk to what appeared to be a small room for preparation. Again stories of what happen here are usually passed down in fear through the villages. If the blue hedgehog didn't believe them then he was about to see it first hand ...

Sonic: They've all heard stories. None may have guessed that today they'd all be apart of it, however. It just seemed so sudden, one blue hedgehog related it all to a bad dream. Watching as children and their parents, friends, everyone was separated from one another, forced to line up and endure the indignity of the enslavement. It was unbearable to what was considered such a lively spirit amongst the citizens of Knothole.

Sonic was known for his outgoing persona and lending kindness. He often helped others whenever they needed it. Everyone knew him around the village; but as much as he would have liked to save everyone today, Sonic was just like anyone else. The hedgehog, most known for his speed, could not seem to thwart the strangers' advancement and only got caught up in the chaos himself.

As he was forced to endure a long trip, bound and uncomfortable, he could not help but feel regretful that... when the people needed him the most, he could not save them. Bitter now, Sonic's ears pinned as he focused on a spot on the floor, trying to sort out how he should handle this. What was going to happen? He couldn't be entirely sure, but whether than let himself get caught up in his own nervousness, he decided to try to assure and console the others around him. It was the least he could do before...

They were there. "Oi, we're going!" The shoving was really unnecessary. Though, reluctant they were and a little slow to oblige, Sonic went with the others down the catwalk, quills bristling and rose high in tension. Plenty of stories of what happened to unsuspecting villagers went through his head, definitely not helping his nerves any. Trying to put it out of his mind, he did his best to assure his own self that whatever happens, he could get through it.

His main concern through all of this was not himself, however; it was what had happened to his friends and family, and would he ever see them again? The chances of it seemed so very bleak ...


Slavery was a decent option compared to the alternative; death. Very few people were actually condemned to death on Mobius. As a punishment simply to end a life is seen as ineffective. More commonplace is the concept that a mobian would continue suffering for the remainder of their lives with no end in sight. It was common knowledge that those who were formally inducted into slavery were never going to be Free again. No matter how bad they were at serving, no matter how many Masters they went through, and no matter how many times they managed to escape they could not escape what would happen to them today. Slaves on Mobius were slaves for life. To further the point they were given a physical reminder that would be near impossible for them to remove.

Being at the front of the line meant the blue hedgehog would be subjected to it first. One Marauder took hold of his shoulder to crudely force him to the ground. A few others were on him in an instant to make sure that he stayed there. With his hands bound behind his back he couldn't put up much of a fight in any case but they wanted him still anyway. One guard held down his shoulders while two took each leg after removing the shackles from them. It was very important that he kept the lower half of his body still for this part.

The other males in the group cowered when they saw yet another Marauder bring out a searing hot iron from a nearby oven. They knew what that meant. In legal turns a Free mobian became a slave when the brand was administered to their skin and would remain one until the brand was removed. The technique and concept of branding meant that the brand could not be removed from one's body easily. From a logical standpoint slave would rather keep the brand rather then lose their leg.

" Hold Still. " That was the only warning the blue hedgehog would get before the white hot brand was pressed against their skin. The Marauder applied pleasure to make sure that it left a very good impression. If they didn't move a nice clear mark in the shape of an Emerald would be left on their leg. In the middle of the Emerald shape would be a signal recognizable letter, the letter 'S', for slave.


Sonic: Sonic's legs stiffened when he suddenly felt himself be pushed forward. Unfortunately that just helped them situate the blue hedgehog on the ground. He lost balance easier that way and grunted as he collapsed rather clumsily with one of the Marauder's efforts. His body squirmed, hips writhing left to right uncertainly. It was best they stayed wary of those long spines, erecting in defense as Sonic's hands fought to press against the ground to push him back up. Unfortunately, he learned he was going nowhere fast.

Catching someone else from the corner of his eyes, the green hues reflected an unmistakable look of dread, realization hitting him hard, and the reality of the situation making him feel hopeless.

" N-No! Wait! Don't do it! " Those desperate last pleas they've must've heard time and time again. Sonic didn't expect for them to listen, but so long as he wasn't branded yet, there was still that slim chance that --

A cry escaped his throat the second that searing hot iron burnt through fur and flesh. His muscles immediately tensed throughout his frame, quills laying back as his body jerked against the iron, doing little good. Fortunately it seemed they were able to do it without making a mess of the brand during his futile attempts at freeing himself. The place was incredibly tender, terribly flushed raw, and felt like it was still burning well after the iron was pulled free of the smoking flesh. His body trembled, whimpering as he tried to banish the pain from his mind, to ignore it and think of something else. Oh, what must've became of everyone from his village to have to endure the rest of their lives with such inferiority...

Sonic thought as everyone the same and should be treated equally. But amongst the mindset of their captors, his opinions would matter to none. The hedgehog was now considered nothing more than... a slave.


Indeed. Once they finished branding him he'd be treated as such. The ones who held him down shoved him off to one side like a piece of trash before going for the next one in the line.

A Marauder overseeing the operation approached the injured hedgehog to give them a nudge in their side. " Move it, slave. " They wouldn't tell them twice. The solider didn't give him much more then a second to respond before he went a more violent route. He reached down and snatched Sonic by one of of his ears to give it a harsh yank. Yank. Yank! To the point that it felt like he'd rip the poor little triangle off in an attempt to get him moving. " You will not keep the young lord waiting. "

Young Lord? Was that what happened? It seemed that the blue hedgehog and his four comrades were fortunate enough not to be taken to the markets today. The Marauders had specific orders to find suitable slaves for the Lord of an established Kingdom. Five males and five females were singled out to be presented to the Lord in hopes of appeasing him. If they were selected then they would live in luxury here within the Kingdom.

It's just a shame they would still live as slaves.

The blue hedgehog and the other now-slaves were escorted to an adjacent room. This room was relatively empty except for a carpet that they were expected to stand on. The Marauders lined them up, shoulder to shoulder, and told them to stay still where they stood so the Lord could inspect them. One of the soldiers were firm in saying that they would be shot if they even made a threatening gesture towards the Lord. This was a bluff, of course, but these slaves shouldn't press their luck in their new position.

A Marauder Solider who was without her helmet came into room to make an announcement. " I am quite sure you are aware of what you are now. You are now slaves of the great Kingdom of Moebotropolis. The son of the Lord who has commissioned your village's enslavement has come to select slaves for his family's manor. No matter what the young Lord chooses you are expected to follow through without hesitation. Your very lives depend on it. " The female echidna said before turning to the door with a smile. A small gesture of the hand indicated that it was now all right for the Lord to begin the inspection.


Sonic: Sonic hissed as he was shoved so carelessly. It took the hedgehog a moment to compose himself and without any time to fully recuperate. He was moreso forced to recover whether he liked it or not. Stumbling to his feet was a pain but not worse than having his ear yanked. He had a high level for pain tolerance but that was a particularly sensitive spot for him!

"H-Hey--ee!" His voice shot in an embarrassingly high pitch as he finally got going, quick to rub his ear once it was finally let go. SO not cool. Sonic must've grumbled all the way there, incredibly sore, though most obviously, where he was branded.

The surprises certainly didn't stop there. He wondered why such few of them were singled out from the rest of the group. The idea of being inspected by someone like they were mere property was a definite blow to the hedgehog's ego. A spark of rebellion inside of him gave him ideas that would most likely just make things worst for him in the end. He tried to play along for now, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep his mouth in check. Once they were lined up and the female assured them with that last ominous line, it was definitely encouragement; but the blue hedgehog was beginning to be torn from fear to sheer anger.

Standing stiff and turning a hateful stare at the floor, he tried to ignore that crawling under his skin, that painful tingle of where his flesh had been singed, and wait to listen as footsteps entered the room. He decided then, he wouldn't greet him with his head held low, like he accepted his position. Instead, Sonic held his head up high, eyes resentful, stern, to watch as the young Lord came to look over the present slaves. To appear to vibrant, to assure that he was no better than him, no matter what the ending result may be.


Scourge: The Young Lord ... was a hedgehog. A hedgehog that looked an awful lot like the blue hedgehog in a different color palette. Where Sonic's fur was a vibrant blue his was a darker tint of green. Sonic had a deep color of green in his eyes where this Lord had a near frosty color of light blue. They had the same marking though he had a slightly darker shade of peach to his fur. The markings on his chest were not visible because he wore his formal suit to what was supposed to be a business meeting. He was dressed in a full black suit with a tie the same color as his quills. The hat that accompanied it cast a shadow that hid his expression from a distance. A nice illusion to look more intimidating.

Wordlessly the green hedgehog approached the slaves starting with the one farthest away from Sonic. He looked over them briefly before saying. " Stables. " He just gave out a job that they were expected to do for the rest of their lives without asking their opinion.

In fact he said nothing directly to the slaves at all. The only reason he spoke at all during the initial inspection was because he needed his assistant to write down the slaves new assignments. Slaves were heavily documented from the point that they first entered slavery. These documents were used to prove ownership, lineage, and any possible training they may have. Much like the official papers a bred animal would have. A more thorough inspection would be done at a later date to fill in the blanks in their history.

The Lord continued down the line issuing jobs. " Mining. Landscaping. Cooking. " And then he came in front of the blue hedgehog. He looked over him lazily and couldn't help but notice that fire in his eyes. A lively spirit that was a victim of circumstance and nothing more. After his initial inspection he raised a questioning eyebrow. What would this one be good for?

He briefly looked over his shoulder to his assistant; a very short badger with thick glasses. " This one's going into Training. "


The badger looked baffled. " Sire? " He questioned.

" The folk's promised me a slave of my own for my eighteenth birthday. That's in another nine months I-Know I-Know, but I figure this slave will be about finished with their Training by them. " The Lord explained.

" A pleasure slave - "

" YES! " The hedgehog snapped at him in irritation. " A Pleasure Slave. A Companion. Pet. Whatever. Now come make yourself useful an' give me the damn collar. " Sonic had no say in this.

Sonic: While Scourge seemed completely casual about the whole thing, Sonic's blood was boiling. He knew these people and to think they were just written off with petty jobs they were forced to do for the rest of their lives without any consideration to their own feelings on the matter frustrated him. Though he had an idea of how things were supposed to go, that didn't make him like it any better.

The blue hedgehog couldn't get a good look at his soon-to-be master until he stepped close enough to start inspecting him. Sonic's eyes widened a little, taken aback by how much he looked like him. While Scourge didn't seem to care about the similarities at all, it made Sonic lose his composure, but just briefly. Standing and waiting for his task, one he already predicted he might hate, he was doubly as surprised as the badger when he announced he'd take him to be trained. And as what?

Sonic's jaw dropped comically. "Hey, w-wait a second here, I'm really not... that kind of guy." He might not have been asked for his opinion, but Sonic readily gave it. It was a mouth he knew he'd have problems keeping in check, but he was doing a lot better than he thought he would.

And what kind of guy was he? "I mean, I can be your friend, but..." Now he was starting to babble; to be trained as anything more made his heart flutter. It was one of the worst ideas spoken of in the village. To be brutalized and forced into humiliation and shame. Why couldn't he be a cook? He made awesome chili dogs!


Scourge: Assignment to the cooking duties meant that they'd be the slave to the manor's ten cooks. There were three personal chefs for every member of the family in addition to a specialty chef that cooks for guests. In addition to doing their bidding the slave was expected to clean the dishes, the floors, the counters, the stoves, the ovens, and stock the pantry in a timely matter or face punishment by multiple people. They were occasionally allowed to help with the food preparation but it was a job better suited for professional chefs until their training was complete. If they even survived their initial training.

He completely ignored the blue hedgehog as he rambled on about something that wasn't really important. His assistant carried all of his important belongings. Of them he presented a simple steel collar that didn't look like much of anything. A new slave was almost always just given a plain looking Training Collar until they've finished their training. Then they'd get the much better designed collar as a reward for completing their training.

Once he got a hold of it he popped it open and faced the babbling hedgehog again. " Hey ... " He decided now was a good a time as ever to get a feel of his new slave. Cotton gloved fingers made contact over his right brow and moved to the back of his head to pull him forward a step or two. He curled his fingers behind his ear as he took hold of it. Had to be to give it a warning tug. " Shut up. " Especially when they had no clue what they were talking about.

After pulling his ear forward he pulled his hand, his ear, and ultimately his chin back to expose his neck. The collar was slipped into place and closed with an affirming click without much fanfare. " You're not my friend. You're my slave, I am your Master, and now you're going to be a good little slave and obey my every command regardless of what kind of 'guy' you thought you were. You're going to learn pretty quickly that you were wrong. " About what? Everything.


Sonic: Well he was never one very good with words. Much more of an action kind of guy, yet he knew acting out anymore than he was might very well get him shot. Or so was threatened before. Looking distastefully at the collar and only pausing when Scourge finally spoke up to say something, he looked a bit jumpy, unsure of what the other was going to do. Apparently he was deterred none by his antics as he reached out. Sonic flinched, uncertain whether the contact was going to be painful or not. Consequently, Scourge managed to get a hold of the same ear that had been yanked on before. He winced as he pulled forward, reluctantly obliging in the same direction so not to add more pressure. However, his hands came up instinctively to try to keep him at bay. One simply clung to Scourge's offending arm as the other pressed at a shoulder to try to keep him at arm's length. Much good it might have done in the end as he steered his ear back, forcing him to show his neck. That distinctive click made him clench his eyes shut briefly to hide the emotion he felt soaring through him.

"I know who I am." Sonic mumbled, soft but quite audible.


Scourge: " What you are. " He corrected. A Marauder stepped forward to take aim at the slave's back when he dared to put his hands on the Lord in defense. The same Lord raised his hand to give a certain gesture to assure them that he was all right. He didn't want his new slave to be all full of holes when there were other ways to punish him.

He held onto him a few seconds longer to ensure that he got the leash on. Once secured he let him good and shook his gloved hand as if he touched something dirty. Why would he think otherwise? He had no idea where this slave has been. " Follow. Stay on my right side, slave. Benjamin - " That must have been the badger. " On the left. "

The hedgehog turned to leave and expected the slave and his assistant to follow. The four other slaves in the group were also going to follow them out of the room, down the hallway, and through the lobby until they reached the outside. There two vehicles awaited them. One was another van that was going to be used to transport the worker slaves and his hired hands. The other was a limousine that was reserved for the Lord's family.

Benjamin hurried ahead to open the passenger side door for them. He climbed in and gave the leash a tug to indicate that he were to climb inside here as opposed to going with the other slaves. Benjamin followed behind Sonic and would even push him if he didn't move into the limo fast enough. The green hedgehog in front proceeded to the back where he sat down.

Sonic wouldn't be allowed to sit. If he tried to sit in one of the many seats he'd get a harsh yank on that leash. One that was harsh enough to actually send him to the ground.


OOC Notes:

- The Brand: As the session says all slaves have this particular brand which is recognized throughout the planet as a Slave Brand. The location of the brand doesn't matter though it's usually discouraged to put it on the face since it's impossible to make a clear brand there.

- Sonic's Collar: It really is a plain collar without much decoration on it. The collar is really a " standard " collar which I'm posting for reference in case people don't want to risk browsing the Interwebs looking for the basics.

- The Marauders that ransacked Knothole Village are the same Marauders from Sonic Chronicles. They're also known as the Nocturne Echidna and use their stealth abilities and advance technology to capture people en-mass to sell as slaves here.

- I've decided that there will be no Humans / Overlanders in this Alternate Universe. As a result the mobians haven't been at war with anyone but members of their own species for generations. The stability of this Mobius is much more solid then Mobius Prime even with entire villages being wiped out every day. That is because the the larger Kingdoms are relatively stable and have mutual understanding between one another. I'll elaborate on the condition of the world in the coming sessions.

- Scourge sort of hinted it here but a Pleasure Slave and a Sex Slave are not the same thing even though they sound similar. He's going to Train Sonic to be an ideal companion. Something similar to a personal servant. I'll go over what some jobs entitle later on and make a reference so we can keep track.
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Sonic was at least convinced he was more than what this guy was going to give him credit for. But he failed to say anything else on the matter. Eyes kept up a rather resentful light towards such a powerful hedgehog, one that'd rather waste that power on his own selfish gains. At the moment, the so-called slave had absolutely no respect for his Master. Why should he? With the way he treated others no better than dogs, it was despicable. But then again, so was the mindset of most of the world, it seemed. There was a rare few and not enough to make a difference in regards to equality.

As he let go, clutching a leash, Sonic glowered at the humiliating item attached to his collar. As much as he wanted to resist, nearly being shot a second ago encouraged him to go along. He got on the right side as he said, unsure as to why it mattered. Once they got outside, he looked to the two vehicles, surprised that he was going to be able to travel in the limousine unlike the others. A small amount of luxury before training, he was sure. He didn't know how that'd go exactly, but he wasn't looking forward to it.

Only assuming he could sit in the seat, Sonic had no clue Scourge would have found fault in it until he started pulling on his leash. One harsh yank made him grunt sharply and slip right off the chair, onto his behind in front of it. "O-Oi!" He growled, reaching a hand up to pull at his collar, his neck feeling a little sore from the abrupt force.

"What's that for?" He huffed, looking up at the other. As if there was any real harm in him sitting up there. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumbled. Something along the lines of: I don't want to sit next to you either.


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" Slaves are only allowed to sit on three things: the floor, their Master's lap, or their Master's bed. " And that was only with their Master's expressed permission in the latter two cases. The way he said it was as if it were a common fact. It was. That was the law laid out by the Kingdom of Moebotropolis. For a slave to disobey the law even in the privacy of his own limo was grounds for immediate punishment. The pain he got from the fall was adequate enough until they got home.


Since Benjamin was able to sit down in the chair across from the Young Lord without being punished it could be assumed that the old badger wasn't a slave. He just acted like one. " It's the law based off an old custom. " He explained as he idly went over his notes. The vehicle started into motion once everyone became seated. " The custom ensures that a slave is almost always on a lower position then their Master no matter where their Master sits. See slave, you're honoring your Master right now even though it's clear you don't like him very much. "

Then Benjamin turned his attention to his benefactor. " Your father won't approve of you bringing home yet another male slave to be your personal companion, you know. " He told him flatly. " Why couldn't you hurt humor him just this once and pick a female? "


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The hedgehog gave his assistant an equally flat look. " Why should I care? He's going to be disappointed in me no matter what I do. I'll never be good enough for him. Never be smart enough. Never be strong enough. Never be connivin' enough to get people on my side in the rat races like he can. He only cares about who I marry because the wrong choice can hurt his chances at winning a higher seat in Council. Since I can't marry a slave anyway I don't see why which one I choose is any of his business.


" You know why, m'lord. " Benjamin grumbled. " What would you do if this one wasn't a slave? "

Scourge:

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He grinned a bit before reaching down to touch the blue hedgehog on top of his head. This time the Lord didn't try to hit him or pinch his ears. It was something more akin to a gentle caress. " Well ... that's none of your business. "


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Suddenly the floor felt oddly comfortable. He didn't argue with the logic in that and instead tried to mind his own business. Though, had to admit, he was pretty surprised when the suck-up badger wasn't planting his ugly behind on the ground too.

" What gives? " He glanced at Scourge, obviously referring to Benjamin. If he told him he wasn't a slave, he would have just given the guy a rather odd look. He would have said a little something like this too: "How are you not a slave?" Strange how things worked out. But at least some things were better explained to him. He hated feeling so lost like this and being pushed around. He did not take to vulnerability very well, especially since his personality just didn't call for it. Of all things in the world to become, Sonic was the least likely candidate for a slave.

When the two started talking, things became a bit awkward. He arched a brow, looking back and forth between the two. It was only awkward because he was part of the conversation which seemed all too suggestive for his tastes. Though it was a bit angsty when Scourge listed off ideas of not being good enough for his dad. He seemed so emo. Why was that so familiar? Hmm...

" 'Ey, what's that mean?" His ears flattened at the sudden caress, looking uncertainly up at his 'Master.' Sonic frowned, feeling so totally out of place. How could he ever get by pleasuring some random guy he was sold to? None of it was right! It went completely against his morals. But the question was, what was he going to do about it?


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The worst possible thing he can do in a situation like this was disobey a direct order from his Master. To answer his silent question simply there was nothing that he could do about his situation. To make things much more tolerable for himself he could only hope that his Master came to favor him somewhat eventually. Judging by the way his voice trailed at the end he seemed to favor him a bit already.

When he took a shot at Benjamin's position his grin became a little wider. Sensing a bout of humiliation before it actually happened the old badger sunk a little in his seat. " Benjamin isn't my slave. He's my servant. In Moebotropolis we have a bit of a pecking order in the Royal Court. The King and Queen have servants from each of the Houses that they favor. My mom's an attendant of the Queen. My dad's an attendant of the King. Since we're so highly ranked we have servants from many other Houses ranked below us. Benjamin's a servant from some low ranking house - "


" Mondoon! "

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" Whatever. The point is they put themselves out as servants in hopes of getting a better standing. The people at the top are the ones that get all the perks from being favored by the King and Queen. Money, property, vacations, and a bit of political power. Benjamin here thinks he can get in good with my parents by babysitting me. Then maybe they can recommend him to the Royal Family. " Benjamin just huffed at that with his fur ruffled. He knew it was true but he didn't know why the Lord bothered to tell any of this to a slave. It didn't concern him!

On to better things. A sudden tug on the leash was his immediate response to his other question. Must have messed up again. " What does that mean, Master. " He corrected with a tsk. Get it wrong again and he'd most certainly ignore his question. These were very basic things that the hedgehog can begin learning immediately. " It means I think you're attractive. " And he really didn't need to elaborate further.


" The Young Lord has a ... unique sexual preference. He prefers young men over young women. " In other words he was more favorable to sausage then fish. " Regardless his parents expect him to marry well to a woman of their choosing and produce strong legitimate offspring. They believe he cannot fully fulfill his duties with male slaves. The last four the Young Lord has had met ends that were quite ... unfortunate. "

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Strangely, he found himself relaxing, if just a tad. It was during the explanation of what this badger's status was, attention he felt was directed off himself. Made a bit more sense now. He watched Scourge as he explained, looking over towards Benjamin every now and then to see if he would say anything else aside from the brief correction, "Mondoon!"

Bottom line though, the passive badger was way passed him in class. Sonic would gladly argue that in reality, but the idea of this rank wasn't anything he could change but learn about more of the rules engraded into this harsh society, and where he stood on the totem pole -- at the very bottom, it seemed. They were all so sheltered at Knothole. Everything was perfect there; and then all in a split second, it was radically changed.

The attention was back again, however; mostly his own fault for feeling awkwardly curious. He thought he was... attractive? Sonic's beige cheeks must've turned rosy; he felt them heat up and immediately looked away, furrowing his brows to stare in frustration at the floor. An ear twitched back to life at Benjamin's voice, bringing his gaze towards him. He wasn't so sure he liked what he heard, especially at the very end. "What... happened to them?"


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He'd been tempted to smack Benjamin just got good measure for mentioning -that- to the new slave. Way to scare them! His ears shifted back briefly to show his distaste for his servant first. " Let's see ... " Thinking hard about each of the incidents. He was able to have a slave in his own right starting on his fifteenth birthday. Since then he's had four other personal slaves in less then three years.

" The first one became gravely ill after a dinner party and died. " That one he remembered quite well. His slave collapsed on their way back to his room following his party. He didn't make it through the night. In less then twenty four hours he'd been buried and forgotten about. It struck him as particularly odd.


Benjamin divulged a bit more information about the incident. " He'd been poisoned by one of the guests at the party as per his mother's request. They poisoned a drink that the slave wasn't supposed to be drinking anyway and faulted him because he broke the law by drinking what he had no business to. " Still they openly admitted to outright murdering another mobian. Here in the Kingdom it was not against the law to murder one's own slave. Their son's slave was technically their slave as well by relation.

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" And another one was mauled by an animal running an errand. "


" It was classified as a 'Random Tiger Attack'. "

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" The third died in a kitchen accident. "


" Locked in a sub zero freezer over New Years weekend. "

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" And the most recent died during my summer vacation. "


" He did not see that two hundred foot drop in broad daylight. "

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Huffing one last time at Benjamin he tried to assure his slave that no harm would come of him. He gently cupped his cheek to give it a little rub and then moved back between his ears. " After the last time we've had a long talk about it. They've decided that I was old enough to be trusted with my own slave. Had me go to some stupid Finishing School to learn proper technique and stuff. So they're going to watch me carefully to make sure I don't get too attached and whatnot. "


" As they should. A Master isn't supposed to love their slave. They're not suitable for those types of emotions. " Then the vehicle slowed to a sudden stop. They must have reached their destination. " We're home, m'lord. " He announced. The badger started scooting off to one side to drop to the floor so he can scurry off to open the door for his beneficiary.

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Suddenly the petting stopped in favor of grabbing hold of the seat so he himself could stand. He climbed around the still seated slave so he could stand in front of him. " Benjamin! I want us to be left alone until dinner time. " He didn't care what the badger did with his time long as he didn't have to hear from him. The green hedgehog started forward and expected his slave to follow, or be dragged.


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Sonic listened to the gruesome stories, feeling tense again. They talked so casually about it, but he looked rather disturbed, especially since he was this guy's next slave. It all built up to one important question. While he understood there was a concern with him falling for a dude, what was the point of allowing him to have slaves if they were just going to be killed?

"Why did they do it?" Had the Master really started to fall for them and maybe they got concerned? His question was directed more-so at Benjamin if just to get by without having to call a certain someone 'Master.' "That's horrible." He frowned, ears folding at an animal attack. Though they may not have all been intentional, he kind of got a feeling that they were all murdered.

Scourge's reassuring touch did little to actually console him. He stared back, carrying the burden of a load of emotions. So much was happening all at one time. It was just yesterday he was coming home from school, hanging out with his friends, having dinner with his mom and dad...

Now his life had changed in every way, shape, and form; Sonic was already feeling horribly homesick; not to mention just a little claustrophobic from all of the closed in spaces and restraints.

As they finally arrived, the blue hedgehog turned his attention to the nearest window to try to look out of. He couldn't see anything from sitting on the floor so he lifted himself up on his knees as the limousine began to come to a stop. Sonic had never ventured into the city before, though with his speed, he got awfully close. However, he had never been -this- close to a place this nice. Back in Knothole, everyone's homes were small and quaint, nothing like this. Heck, he's never even rode in one of these fancy cars either.

As Scourge started to head out, he followed after so he wouldn't be pulled, standing up behind him, out of the vehicle and waiting to follow from there.


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The Manor was nothing special. The family acquired a modest piece of real estate on the edge of the Kingdom. Inner city was a place for the poorer citizens to live and politicians to work. Favored families lived in sprawling estates on the edge of the Kingdom's territory where they were allowed a larger amount of privacy. They lived about fifteen minutes from the edge of the city but the view that the received was well worth a longer commute. It appeared as though the estate was built in the clearing of a National Park.

Strangely the van containing the slaves was nowhere in sight when they arrived at the front entrance. That was normal. They were going to be delivered to an entrance closer to the worker's quarters since they were more slaves for the paid workers then members of the family like this one. The van continued on around the corner where those other slaves not fortunate enough to be chosen would be introduced to their jobs. Benjamin was going to make sure they made it in the house all right before checking on the others.

The green hedgehog stopped at the door to face the blue one. " All right. " Time to get down to business. " I don't think I'd gotten the chance to tell you this so I'll tell you now. If anyone asks you belong to Lord Scourge of Moebotropolis. That's what other people refer to me as. You? You're going to only call me 'Master'. I don't want to hear you can me anything else ever, got it? " This was a lead in to something that the blue hedgehog would be saying continuously.


OOC Notes:

- Benjamin is the family Butler. He's in charge of overseeing all of the paid workers on the estate and does small jobs for Scourge whenever he doesn't have a personal slave. While the family does use slave labor for the toughest jobs more delicate jobs are handled by paid professionals as explained in the previous session. Some slaves eventually become skilled enough to overtake a professional's job but this usually doesn't happen for several years.

- Scourge's family is not the ruling family of Moebotropolis. They are simply high ranking members of Moebotropolis' Royal Court. The family is one of many noble families favored by the King and Queen. For the sake of not setting too many things in stone I'm going to leave the names of the King and Queen of Moebotropolis unsaid. It really isn't relevant since Scourge isn't gunning for their seat ... yet.

- The Manor. Real World Reference is " Le Reve " in Georgia if you want to Google more pictures of it.

- Slave Laws Introduced:

1. Slaves are not allowed to sit in chairs. They're only allowed to sit on the floor, grass, tiles, ect. on most occasions. On rare occasions they are able to sit on their Master's lap or on their Bed with permission. The general rule is about the same as keeping an animal off the furniture.

2. Killing a slave is completely legal if they're your property or the property of a direct family member. If you kill someone else's slave you'll have to pay for the price of the slave or face imprisonment. This is possibly the only thing a Free person can be sent to jail over in regards to punishing a slave.

Tomorrow I'll (hopefully) introduce another custom.
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Sonic glanced around, noticing the van that the others were put in was now gone. He wondered where they went, not realizing that there was another entrance closer to the worker's quarters. Considering how big this place was, there were certain to be multiple ways to get in.

Wandering green eyes led back to blues, staring back at Scourge as he drew his attention. It was hard not to be distracted by such a lovely piece of real estate. Uh oh; time to get down to business? All he could think about was his training sessions later. What Scourge had to tell him wasn't so bad, but he wasn't so willing to try it out either. Even when he asked if he understood or not, instead of answering "Yes, Master," He simply nodded his head to once again avoid it.

Sonic did not think of him as such, nor as himself as someone as inferior as what society wanted to lable them; he had lived all of his life free and independent. This was a huge deal for the blue hedgehog who was only assured that his life would never be the same by that blistering wound of a brand mark left permanently on his flesh.


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Training later? There was no time like the present to get into Training. While Scourge did have duties to preform around the estate while his parents were away he made sure to do the day's work before going to pick up the slaves. Now he had the rest of the day to spend 'bonding' with his new slave. Today they would cover the basics. Tomorrow they would cover the basics. The day after? More basics. Training could take an extremely long time even on a fairly submissive slave. At times it seemed like they made conflicting rules about etiquette just to give even the best slave a chance at getting a 'deserved' beating.

" All right ... " He pushed open the door to lead them into the Grand Lobby; the place where all the hallways in the manor converged for ease of navigation. Scourge took a step inside then turned to face his slave. His next move was an unexpected one. He reached over to unclipped the leash from the front of his slave's collar to release him, but what for? " ... go get me a beer. " He thumbed towards a hallway leading towards the kitchen, pantry, and dining rooms. " One of the ones in a glass bottle from the refrigerator. Go get it and bring it back here. " That sounded easy enough.

There had to be a catch. " Oh yeah. " And here it comes. " You have a minute. " He dug in his pocket and pulled out a watch. A very nice watch. It went with the suit. " Fifty five seconds. " And counting.


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Was that supposed to sound challenging? While Sonic was glad to get his leash off, the blue hedgehog suspected a catch right away. Yet, asking for a beer wasn't exactly what he was expecting. Nothing he was complaining about though. That was an easy task to do without feeling so totally humiliated in the process. Sure, being ordered around like this wasn't exactly something he was going to get used to right away, but he'd rather oblige than earn something unnecessary. Plus... it gave him a chance to show off what he was really made of.

Scourge may not have expected that rather smug grin on his slave's face. His ears drew back coolly as he gave him fifty five seconds to do what was requested. He even wasted time to stretch, making no big show of it. He wasn't concerned at all. "No sweat." And why was that?

While it might have taken him a few seconds longer to find his way to the kitchen and grab the specified bottle, he had more than enough to spare. A sudden burst of speed he had been dying to expend since his capture came out all at once. It was only unfortunate the kitchen wasn't even further away. He loved to run, it was his favorite past time. This had been the first he was able to take comfort in it again and he might have gotten a little carried away. The wind produced by that sudden jolt and flash of blue may have knocked a picture or two off the wall when he raced down the hall and came back.

It only took ten seconds before Sonic was standing in front of Scourge again, looking bored and handing over the beer he asked for, tapping a foot impatiently.


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A normal slave wouldn't have been able to find the kitchen, make it to the kitchen, find the beer, and bring the beer back in time. Though he really wanted the beer he put the time limit in there more as a reason to add pressure. What he clearly didn't expect was for the cocky hedgehog to take off in a burst of speed that made his hat go flying. His own quick reflexes catching the rim before it fluttered out of his reach completely ensured that it was still on his head by time the blue hedgehog made it back. Anticipating that he'd use his unprecedented speed when he came back he just kept a hand there to keep his hat from being blown away again.

Scourge was still standing despite the strong wind produced when he ran through the house like he did. Several of the workers and slaves that Sonic met along the way were not so lucky. They were taken completely by surprise. This house wasn't exactly hedgehog-proof. A very expensive pieces of art were the causalities of a certain one's cockiness.

Though the slave looked quite bored with the task the Master looked at him questionably when he offered the beer like that. He then looked down at his watch again with one hand as he dug into his pocket with the other. What was he waiting for? The beer was even the exact same type he told him to pick up from the kitchen.

Fifteen more seconds passed before he started counting aloud. " Fifty eight ... fifty nine ... and ... " SMACK. The item he pulled from his pocket turned out to be an expendable steel baton. It was meant for his own personal protection but it made for a functional whip when needed, too. He tried to nail him across the knuckles of the hand that held the beer.

" Hmm ... " He flipped his pocket watch closed and pocketed it again. " Looks like you fucked up. " He tisked. " A slave isn't supposed to serve food on their feet. They're supposed to do it on their knees. " And he just wouldn't drink a beer that was served otherwise!


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Now it was his turn to look a bit taken aback. Did he get the wrong kind? That was the first question he asked himself. Sonic second-guessed a lot up until the last second ticked by, looking from the beer and Scourge questioningly. He didn't get it. Maybe he was going to wait until the last minute but that didn't make sense.

Biting his lip, refusing to ask why he was doing this, so not to put that tag on the end, "Master," Sonic waited anxiously. Considering how tense he got by the end of it, he was quick to move his hand out of the way, flinching when he accidentally let go of the beer while he was at it. Just narrowly missing the baton, it resulted in hasty fingers slipping on the bottle and letting it fall clumsily on the floor, shattering and spilling liquid between them.

Sonic gawked, moving back to keep a safe distance from him. "You never told me that! How was I supposed to know?" It was illogical for Scourge to think he'd automatically know these things. Seemed more of an excuse just to hit him! Uncool!


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While it really was an excuse to just hit him he wanted to justify it somehow. The way he tried to do it seemed so simple. " You didn't ask. " And that was it. All he needed to do to avoid being punished like he would be was ask how it was supposed to be done. If he had enough time to stretch, brag, and tap his foot impatiently then he had enough time to ask how he was supposed to do it the right way. " When in doubt you should ask for a clarification. Then you won't have to do it again. Trust me; you're -going- to do it again. "

Not without learning proper technique, though. To keep the beer from spilling on his expensive shoes he walked around the puddle and began circling around him. " This time when you bring the beer walk up to me and kneel. " To empathize the last part he tapped the back of his knees lightly with the baton. That was not the only thing he did while back there. The edge of the baton inched upward towards his ear only to back off before it actually touched the lower half of the curve. It was a move that seemed too deliberate to be a suggestive accident. " ... and don't say anythin' until I say something to you first. "

" You are cute but you talk way too much. "

When he came back around to the front he pointed the baton back in the direction of the kitchen. " Try it again. "


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At the very least, he got away with one little slip-up Scourge didn't seem to catch. He thought he'd try to hit him again, and felt relieved when he didn't. Sonic almost didn't hold his ground, but he didn't want to abuse his freedom too much, otherwise be forced on a leash. It wasn't so much that he was concerned about holding himself up against this guy, but he knew even if he tried to fight him or bolt, he wouldn't get far in the end. Now that he was branded, it'd be almost impossible to escape his new life. If he did try to escape, he better have a really good plan first. As impulsive as he often acted out in the village before here, Sonic knew he had to be careful or else things would become greatly worse.

Though the baton's contact became awkward fast, it was better than another attempted blow. He held his ground, looking torn between embarrassment or frustration at the compliment/insult. Apparently he didn't talk enough since he was somehow supposed to know to ask if there was anything ELSE he needed to do when he fetched his beer. Now that he knew what to do, he was quick to correct himself, but hesitant to start. This would mean he had to get down on his knees, after all. It made him feel silly.

Rolling his eyes though, Sonic was off and came back even faster this time. He was on one knee within seven seconds, finding this completely unnecessary, but trying not to grumble and complain. At least not while Scourge was holding that thing. Disgruntled, he got himself down on his other knee as well and held out the beer this time, once more look impatient for him to take it so he could stand back up again.


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Scourge took a moment to get himself into a better position for the next part. He also flagged down a maid to get her to clean up the mess made by the previous dropping of the beer. All it took was a sharp whistle and pointing at the area with the painful end of his baton to get her on the case. Chances are she'd still be cleaning when the blue hedgehog returned this time. In that case there was no need to have her on standby in anticipation for another mess.

He moved towards the center of the spacious lobby in his remaining time. Green regarded him with a brief look as he settled down on one knee this time. Was he finished? In this position it might be harder to see the baton when he struck out at him again. Just like last time he tried to strike him against the knuckles in a blatant attempt to knock the beer out of his hand. If he tried to avoid the blow again he'd just tuck it away into his memory. Fast as the blue hedgehog was he wasn't going to be able to avoid being beaten forever. When he was caught he'd be beaten for the current offense and all of the other times he narrowly avoided punishment.

Surely this sudden act of violence must have been baffling for the slave. He did everything that he said, right? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Master shook his head lightly as he withdrew the baton so it was about level with his hip. " HEY! " He called to the maid who was hurriedly trying to clean the prior mess he made. " What's your name again? "


" M-Maggie, sir. " The raccoon maid answered shyly, wide eyed.

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" Maggie. " He pointed to the hedgehog who was kneeling in front of him. " Is that the proper way for a slave to kneel? "


The raccoon looked at the other hedgehog for only a second or so before shaking her head. " No sir. " She replied with certainty in her voice. " The basic kneel brings both knees to the ground so a slave can sit on the backs of their heels. The one knee'd kneel is a kneel used by nobles for their superiors so a slave isn't allowed to use it. " She explained.

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Scourge nodded in agreement before addressing the slave. " All right. We're going to try it one - more - time. " There was a bit of a warning tone in his voice when he started to speak to him again. " Go get another beer and kneel the right way. If you don't get it right this time I'll just punish you and get it myself.


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He had to be kidding! He said to kneel and he was. Bein' so picky about it was ridiculous. And this time, he did get a whack by that blasted baton. Only a small yip came out of him, more-so from surprise, but that wasn't to say it didn't sting quite a bit. He fumbled the bottle in his fingers but luckily didn't manage to drop it this time. He leaned back away, narrowing his eyes and glaring back at his Master in frustration.

"Ugh!" Honestly, he was lucky he just didn't decide to throw the beer at him. He supposed he'd do this again though. He better get it right this time too; but he was a bit less worried about punishment, and more annoyed that he simply couldn't seem to do this right. That was of course mostly Scourge's fault for not providing more clarity for him. When he pointed the maid out to what was obviously the matter, he couldn't help but bristle. But at least he didn't refuse. After all, this did allow him to use his speed some more.

Sonic placed the beer down and was up again, racing back to the fridge, ignoring the baffled slaves along the way to retrieve another. This time he had managed to shave a second off of his previous record. Pausing to take a second, he gave the other hedgehog a meaningful glower, once again placing himself down, but this time, he made sure it was on both knees so he could sit back on them, and reluctantly hand the bottle over to Scourge. He watched closely, waiting to see if this would result in a real punishment or not. Unless there was something else he failed to tell him, he was certain he did it right this time.


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Wow. Now that was a speedy response!

Scourge was going to have Maggie retrieve one of his weapons for him when she finished cleaning but Blue had returned before he'd gotten the chance. His performance was so speedy that it warranted a seemingly impressed whistle from him. Yet ... he still didn't make an immediate grab for the beer. He did not just stand there and wait for time to run out, either. The finale had been absolutely perfect for a slave who hadn't been a slave for a full twenty four hours yet and he couldn't ask for a faster response time.

So why didn't he take the beer right away? First off he was allowed to have the slave stay down here however long he wanted. There was nothing in the regulations that told him that he had to take whatever was being served immediately. Whether it was for five seconds or five hours he'd just have to wait until he gave him permission to get back up.

Knowing that the green hedgehog stepped around him and walked off. Maggie tensed knowingly when he passed her to retrieve something from one of the storage closets. She knew what was about to happen and more then anything wished to be dismissed so she didn't have to witness it. There was a 'custom' that he neglected to tell his new slave before having him enter the house. See, it was customary for a Master to whip their new slave the moment they arrived in the manor. Why? Just because they could. For that reason all houses that had slaves also had a whip stored away right by the door for that purpose. Scourge went to retrieve the long bull whip from the storage closet with a calm air about him.

The bull whip had a ten foot reach without the six inch leather braid on the end meant to hold a thin wire called a 'cracker'. For this customary whipping the cracker wire at the end was going to be taken off and stored. He'd just do this with the leather knot at the end that was bound to leave a nasty bruise but wasn't strong enough to break the skin.

He approached the blue hedgehog and stuck him at his back without warning. One firm crash across the quills that would not be the end of it. If he tried to run he'd pursue. Staying where he was would just make it easier to deliver another lash. The maid adverted her eyes as the Lord began laying down lash after lash on the blue hedgehog. The customary amount of times to whip a slave upon coming into the house was ten (though they could give more or less) so he'd give at least those.

After ten he struck him once more. " That one was for pulling your hand back before. " Don't think he didn't remember. Then he struck him again. " And that one was because you still got it wrong. " Scourge caught the bulk of the whip when he swung it back towards him. Tensing his muscles he tried to deliver one more. A strike much stronger then the previous that he put his muscle into. It was supposed to be the hardest one of them all. " Maggie - " He addressed the raccoon again. " Why did I give him that one? "


The raccoon tried in vain not to look at the damage he caused the poor blue hedgehog. She tried to look at him and him alone as she finished sweeping the glass from the first break into the dustpan. " That was ... to remind him he's a slave. " Another way of thinking of it was for good measure.

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His impatience might have earned another reason for one of those lashes. His eagerness to talk and to once again leave off the other's title. "Oh, come on! I did everything you said!" Sonic immediately thought there was something else he was missing when Scourge got up. He slumped his shoulders, setting the bottle down. He, once more, was left in the dark about all of these rules and regulations. He had no idea that it was customary to whip a slave as soon as they arrived at their new home; he thought that retrieving the beer just wasn't good enough until he started to list off his reasons along with each smack.

The first one took him completely off guard. He didn't even see it coming. Actually, he was starting to get up, assuming that since he left, he didn't have to stay down like he was. That's when he was stopped in his tracks, his back arching back and his quills erecting nice and strong in a distinctive display to protect himself. "Nn! Hey!" Sonic's ears pinned flat to his head as another blow came soon after, not even giving him a chance to recover from the last. He hissed in a breath through his teeth, clenching them tight as a third one came, then a fourth. How many of these was he going to get? Though his spines protected him for the most part, the agile whip was still able to make contact with some sensitive flesh, flushing the area nice and sore, and creating some thin welts underneath some fur.

Sonic stood up, whirling around on his aggressor and taking bold action. An arm rose up to protect himself from an oncoming attack, causing the force to hit around his forearm and wrap around it. He yanked his arm towards himself, either pulling the whip free or taking Scourge with it. Perhaps he could have obliged if just told but this was pushing it for the prideful hedgehog who was in a world of hurt. "I don't deserve this!" He huffed, showing canines as he unwittingly challenged the other, unable to force himself into being something he's not. As willing as he seemed to go along with his previous orders, that wild spirit was bound to come out sometime.


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Ah! Now this was what he was what he was waiting for! There was another reason he picked this particular blue hedgehog out to be his personal companion when he went down the line. The first time he looked into his eyes he saw it. In those emerald green eyes he saw a fiery spirit that could not easily be extinguished. Others in the lineup either refused to look at him completely or had such a pathetic look to their eyes that it wasn't worth his time or effort trying to train them. When looking upon the blue hedgehog he saw one thing that he hadn't gotten in a long time; a challenge. He choose the hedgehog because he thought the hedgehog wouldn't be an easy one to break. After he pitifully tried to obey his first few commands out of necessity the slave reached his breaking point.

So now the real challenge began.

Rather then let himself be pulled along with that powerful tug he simply let go of the whip so it'd go flying towards him. If the hedgehog didn't have fast reflexes the heavier steel handle of the whip would likely do a number on his head or sore body. Actually, he was hoping that the slave would go for the whip because it would be just a big enough distraction for him to make his own move.

The moment he let go of the whip he braced his body and dashed forward. This time he did (unfortunately) lose his hat in the progress but the end result would be worth it. Charging elbow first he lowered himself into almost a hunch as he closed the distance. This allowed him to spring up and use his elbow to push the arm the hedgehog was guarding with up and out of the way of his face. Admittedly his right jab was weak but he did ball his hand into a tight fist before pushing those pointed knuckles towards the hedgehog's snout for a speed powered hook. His aim was to knock the hedgehog to the ground where it'd be much easier to deal with his insolence.


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- Maggie. I reuse the same NPCs across many roleplays so I wouldn't have to keep thinking up species names / animals on the spot.

- The " Mandatory 10 Lashes " are actually 11: the initial 10 lashes plus one for good measure just as Maggie said. It's not law but it's a very commonplace custom to assert authority right off the bat. As was said the lashes are always delivered right when the slave comes into the house. Scourge just wanted his beer first. He still didn't get it. D:
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He had a lot of stress he needed to get out and he wasn't about to give in easy now that he had already started. He knew very well he was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble and if that's the case, he wasn't going to accept it willingly.

Sonic's fast reflexes helped him easily avoid the handle of the whip, having expected it or either Scourge coming towards him. He ducked his head out of the way, moving slightly to the left. While it only acted as a second's worth of distraction, it was enough for Scourge to prevail in his own agility against Sonic. The blue hedgehog rose his forearm to try to divert the blow by waving his arm to one side in front of him except he wasn't quite fast enough. What second's worth of an advantage he needed to beat him to the literal punch prevailed in Scourge's favor. Sonic didn't go down, however. His eyes watered since his snout got hit, only fortunate that it didn't consist of all of Green's strength. Sonic stumbled back, only to act out blindly by coming right back towards him.

He lunged forward, ramming his shoulder against his chest to try to force him back as far as possible. The idea was to slam him against the wall behind him and from there seek to restrain his arms. While in his zone of emotional craze, he was determined to get something out of this. Whether it was a high class snob shown his true place, or just to exert this pent up energy, he had to do something. The only unfortunate thing is, the blue hedgehog wasn't that much of a fighter. Their village consisted of little dangers except from what happened so recently. Not to say he hasn't been in some brawls before, but he was much more of a runner than a hands-on kind of guy. In this case, however, he'd make the exception.


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Where the slave didn't see much in the way of fights he'd had a fair bit of formal training. A noble heir was naturally expected to be skilled in a variety of fields to make them more appealing on the marriage market. While most of the training bordered on being completely silly he did take a liking to being allowed to wail on people. Martial Arts, self defense, and sparring were among his favorite types of lessons. If the slave was intent on turning this confrontation into an all out brawl then he would be happy to obliged him.

Blue's forceful elbow hit its mark to send him back into the wall. Even so he did not intend on being taken down easily. The padding of his shirt, jacket, and tie gave much some cushion for the blow so it hardly stunned him. Good luck getting a hold of his arms to restrain them. Scourge was trying to get a hold of his neck to both pull down the collar and reach for the tender flesh underneath. All he needed was to deliver one pinch and it would all be over.

Or maybe not. “ Heh. “ Sonic may have been surprised but he grinned suddenly. Just what was he so smug about?


Might be the maid who snuck up to them while they struggled to deliver a decisive blow to the back of the hedgehog's skull with her dustpan. Go figure. The dustpan was made out of heavy ceramic tile that would make it feel something akin to being hit by a rock. She swung with all her might and tried to nail the hedgehog between the ears where she thought she'd do the most damage. If she didn't knock him unconscious she hoped to at least surprise him enough for the Lord to launch a counterattack.

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There was a brief struggle. One hand clasped around Scourge's forearm trying to get at his collar as Sonic's other hand sought out Scourge's remaining arm, proving that the blue hedgehog not only had speed, but strength as well. If only he knew where to apply where it really counted; Sonic was simply acting out on that infamous impulsive nature that has gotten him into trouble before. Of course, nothing this severe. He was pushing back at his arms, trying to restrain him. When Scourge paused, he got a bad feeling. He didn't understand why but he knew that something was about to happen. He never suspected Maggie would intervene or else he might have looked over his shoulder and avoided that head-on collision.

Ears up, Sonic furrowed his brows, confused but intent on using this to his advantage to get his arms pinned against the walls. Unfortunately, that's when a very sharp pain struck him, and he literally fell dizzy. Can't say he was expecting that.

Grunting roughly, Sonic collapsed in front of the green hedgehog, barely catching himself on his knees and forearms. His forehead bowed against the floor as he tried to focus, eyes shut tight at the massive pressure he felt aching his poor noggin. It was a wonder he didn't fall unconscious but he was nearly there, just clinging on by a thread, and groaning at the predictable knot that would undoubtedly grow in place of that harsh impact. A small cut was also left behind by the maid's actions, knocking him silly.


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" Thanks. " Seemed that Scourge wasn't a complete jerk towards others. He was sensible enough to give credit where he knew credit was due. That, of course, was spoken to his surprise helper who looked a little stunned that she was able to actually help. " Mind putting the cracker back on my bull whip? It seems he really didn't deserve to be beaten without it. " Sonic had just earned himself another whipping, a harder one, in addition to the lashes that he hadn't received from his previous punishment.

Mindful of the still wild hedgehog at his feet he decided to end this quickly. Another sharp kick this time to the front of the head was his immediately response for what just transpired. The aim was to knock him to the ground to make grabbing him a much easier task. Reaching down, he took hold of one of his ears to jerk his head and chin back and expose his collar. There he'd once again attach the leash. This time he won't let him off it until he was confident the slave wouldn't ear up and attack him again ... no matter how long it took for him to get that dire message.


" Your whip is ready. m'lord. " Maggie called from the other side of the lobby.

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" Good. " Scourge responded as he got a good grip on the leash. He intended on dragging him across the room if he didn't want to go willingly. " Now get me a set of strong cuffs an' a gag. S-Model for both, I think. "

Scourge dragged Sonic to the far wall where several -gold rings- were bolted. Sonic may not have recognized it at first but those rings were for tethering slaves whenever and wherever needed. There were several rings on this wall because it was the grand lobby where they intercepted many guests (and their slaves). At least one of these rings were in every room and hallway of the estate for the family's convenience. Never know where and for what a slave needs to be punished for. The young Lord intended on tying Sonic's leash tightly to one of the metal rings so he only had enough slack to kneel, sit, or slump. This time he wouldn't be able to show much resistance.


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It didn't take much to get him to go completely down. A kick to the head made him bark out in a high pitched cry, short and sweet. He attempted to curl up as his hands feebly rose to caress the top of his head. His boot just missed the direct center of the previous blow but certainly hit next to it, enough to keep him in considerable pain. "Ugnn..."

Well, this could have went better. Though he suspected a rough ending, he had really hoped to get a bit further in this fight. He really wasn't sure of what happened until Maggie's voice registered and he remembered her being the only other left in the room. How could she? Then again, she worked for him; of course she'd help the Master. What was he thinking leaving his back off guard like that?

As Sonic twisted around, trying to curl up on his side so he could give in to some primal instincts (curling into a ball to protect himself) his ear was snagged first and he gasped, cracking an eye open to try to see his offender as Scourge connected the leash to him. Great.

Sonic would not follow right away. The leash was pulled taut as Scourge would have to drag him at least a little ways before he could find his bearings. A hand reached up to try to put his fingers between the collar and his neck to lessen the pressure there while he struggled to get on his knees and use his other hand to crawl, trying to catch up to the other leading him towards a place on the wall. He sat up more once Scourge stopped, taking a second to breathe while headache threatened to overwhelm him on top of what was sure to come. The leash was tied tight against one of the rings, giving him little chance to move from where he sat up on his knees, still a bit too dizzy to try his hand at standing just yet. He turned so his back wasn't to them, trying to see what Scourge was going to do from there. He heard whip before, cuffs, and gag. This... wasn't going to be good.


How could she? Maid or not it was her duty to protect her benefactors. If anything bad happened to them she'd never be able to work in a Noble's home again. One could call it brow-nosing but she considered it 'job security'.

Sonic should make careful note of it. Only three nobles lived in this house: Scourge, his mother, and his father. Split evenly they would have about twenty servants and five slaves each. To put it simply Sonic was severely outnumbered. An act of rebellion anywhere in the house would cause the dogs to descend upon him in hopes of pleasing their Lord and getting some leniency. Though a hundred normal mobians against one may not have caused the blue hedgehog to bat a lash given his speed and strength it seemed the young Lord was an oddity. He seemed to match his speed ounce for ounce even with that restrictive clothing.


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When Sonic turned around he could see Scourge meeting with Maggie briefly. He stuffed the cuffs and gag into his pockets to use in a moment but took the whip back into his hands. " I still didn't get my beer. " Green remarked with a frustrated sigh. " Can you go get one for me? After that you can return to your quarters until dinnertime. You've been a bigger help today then he has. " Gesturing over his head towards the slave tethered to the ring. It seemed kissing up to the Lord did work out for somebody. The raccoon was going to get a few hours off from her daily rounds for being in the right place at the right time. Any other servant would have likely done the same thing.


Maggie smiled brightly. " Yes sir! " And bowed her head deeply in respect to him before leaving. " Thank you, sir. "

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Now that he was certain to get his beer he'd have to work hard so he can enjoy it. For that he turned his attention back to the bound hedgehog. " It'll be such a shame to cut into that soft fur of yours. I was hoping to get a good feel of it sometime tonight. " And thus was his lament. Should he whip the slave or let him go free for attacking him? The answer was quite obvious. " You'll heal up eventually. Maybe then you'll learn it's best to keep your hands to yourself. " He sneered at the last part, ears lowering briefly.

" Twenty lashes. You attacked me twice if I remembered right. Then I'll have to redo the ten you've earned before, two for speaking twice before I told you to when you served, another for messing up the last serve, and one more for good measure. That'll be thirty four like that. If you understand you can go ahead and say 'Yes, Master'. If you give another smart remark or say nothing I'll just add ten more lashes. " Any questions?


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Sonic slumped against the wall, staring up at the two, and watching anxiously. While he could think a lot more clearly now, it did him little good. There was no way out of this, and he was going to have to face Scourge's wrath due to his own rebellion. Still, if he was asked whether or not he'd do it again, he would. He had to stand up for himself. He didn't want to be like Maggie, he didn't want any of this. And one more trait the blue hedgehog was previously known for, that iron, stubborn will.

Turning his head, Sonic looked the other way as Scourge addressed him and gave him the chilling details of his punishment. Twenty lashes? That seemed bad, but not as bad as the total. Thirty four. Sonic had snapped after only a few from before. He knew it was going to be hard, but he had no choice but to endure it. He did, however, have a choice of whether or not to give in. He still hadn't said it and... while he was trembling at the consequence, Sonic turned for his quills to take the blunt of what was to come. He shut his eyes and braced himself in silence. He wouldn't break.


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Then it would be forty four. Not a lash less.

Admittedly Scourge didn't expect anything less from his newest slave. He'd never had to whip a slave this much in a single outing. Just the threat of being hit was enough to get most of them in line. That was no fun. The fun in it came behind occasionally getting one's hands dirty with punishing a slave. This time around he was going to hit the blue hedgehog a lot harder. More strength. More muscle. Give it his all so he'd be able to enjoy that nice cold beer waiting for him at the end of the punishment. They said back at the finishing school that a Master only does a sufficient job of whipping a slave if they themselves are tired from the punishment. He was going to hold them to that here.

To make it more agonizing he counted the lashes aloud as he handed them out. Seven lashes in Maggie returned from the kitchen with two beers, a glass of water, some towels, and a first aide kit in case he wanted to patch Sonic up immediately following his punishment. Scourge told her aloud that he had no intention of doing so unless he gets an apology for attacking him. Sonic could just hang there injured and bleeding until he was willing to make amends.

At the tenth lash Scourge stopped to check on Sonic's condition. In particular he walked over and checked to make sure that Sonic was still conscious. If at any time during the whipping he slipped into unconsciousness he used the glass of ice water and splashed it onto his wounds to shock him awake. Then he'd start again. No matter how long it took Scourge would make sure that Sonic felt every lash on his back. The blue hedgehog was quite fortunate in one sense. He was too far away to do any serious damage to anything besides his torso. His legs and arms wouldn't receive much damage.

Following the forty third lash he paused again. Regardless of whether he was awake or not he'd use another glass of ice water to shock him awake. Distance was made between them again immediately afterwards so the final, and hardest, blow could be delivered. At this point most of the whip was bloodied and utterly ruined. Chances are they would have to send the whip in to be refurbished following this whipping.

" There. " He dropped the whip to his feet. A servant would be along to clean up the mess shortly. Now he folded his arms over his chest as he looked at his handiwork. It seemed he was still displeased. " How dare you attack me? " He snarled with bared fangs. The whipping got his adrenaline and testosterone pumping. As a result he felt a lot more aggressive. " No matter what you think you deserve or what you think you're entitled to you have to remember one very important detail. I am your Master. I. Own. You. Your Master is always, always, always right no matter how unfair you think things are. I whipped you because you were wrong. I whipped you because you attacked me. Most importantly I whipped you because I can. " Then he chuckled. " You know ... I don't really need a reason to whip you! "

" Shoot. I think I'll do that just for the Hell of it. " And guess what? He picked his whip up and did just that! One more strike to his already brutalized back.

Okay. Now he thinks he's finished. " Now I want an apology. If you're still going to act like a child about this and refuse then I'm going to treat you like one. You'll go to bed tonight right where you are. No food, water, or medical treatment. "


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Sonic had never been in so much pain. When the first ten started, he pushed through, grunting roughly, eyes squinted and flinching closed with every thrust of the whip crashing against him.

Every one after that just got harder and harder. His body was shaking it was under so much physical and mental stress. Sonic had never endured such drama in his young life. Sheltered from all of this cruel mayhem, it made him all the more homesick. At the same time, the family he imagined in his mind, and his friends, all of them helped give him strength to hold on, consoling him in his heart while they obviously couldn't be with him in the present. He would never forget them and he would be strong for them if nothing else.

Coming slowly upon ... thirty? Yeah, Scourge assured him with each strike that at least he was getting closer towards the end. While Sonic's spirit was strong, his body couldn't hope to compare. With each lash the whip split hairs and tore skin creating devastating welts. Multiple ones overlapped, puffy and red, secreting blood, oozing to the surface over sensitive skin between those hardened spines. Sonic felt sick to his stomach, growing lightheaded, and losing it a couple of times. It earned him some cold water, not cold enough to help numb his back from that sweltering pain, however.

Sonic was huddled against the wall as much as he could, hands up, holding onto his leash just to have something to grip and squeeze onto as the last remaining lashes came, making him whimper and choke. His eyes were shut nice and tight, trying to conceal the water that had built up wanting to release from the horrendous pressure. His face was flushed, what was supposed to be the final one landing its appointed location, leaving not one part of his back unscathed. Sonic was panting heavily, maybe even sniffling a little too. But it was all on reflex, right? It wasn't like he was a child, he didn't care what Scourge said either. Though he found it funny that all he could think about was his parents at the time. He was on his own now and this was just the way it had to be.

Scourge's angry monologue was cut short with that impulsive last blow, making his back arch; hopes up for nothing. His voice gave out this time around, a trembling yelp that threatened to make it sound like he was crying. But he wasn't! It too was cut short as he rose his forearm up to rub his face, trying to clear his eyes.

Some way to treat a 'child.' Sonic was torn between answering, but found he couldn't steady his voice enough to his liking. As much as it pained him to do, the blue hedgehog stayed quiet, ears flat, and making no move to try to face him. He stayed still, aside from the occasional shake, and just hoped to hear his footsteps trail away to give him some real comfort.


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Scourge was going to leave him alone eventually. First thing's first. He took to the beers that Maggie left him while sitting on the stairs. Whipping or not life continued as normal in the manor. Another servant, a male this time, came and cleaned up the mess left throughout the lobby by their earlier altercation. The servant also told Scourge that his parents would be home for dinner tonight; an oddity in this house. His parents were usually away on business. This meant that his first stop was go head back upstairs to catch a shower and change.

He didn't need to tell the servant or anyone else not to touch the bleeding slave when he did leave him alone. They knew the law. No one except the slave's Master was allowed to touch them while tethered without the Master's expressed permission. In most scenarios it was actually a beneficial law because it prevented slaves from being easily stolen.

About an hour later there was a knock at the door. Just what did they knock with? The sound echoed throughout the grand lobby to make a noise that's easily noticeable. Must have been an electronic knocker.

" COMING! " A sharp gust of wind cut through the house as the fast green hedgehog headed down to the front door to answer it. Scourge flew down the stairs wearing a simple long sleeve button down shirt and black pants. Suitable enough just for dinner. He skidded to an abrupt stop in front of the door and opened it. " Heya! " Must've been his parents.


If Sonic were well enough to actually turn around he might be in for the shock of his young life. The two hedgehogs who entered the house were the splitting image of his own mother and father; Jules and Bernie. Just dressed in much more elaborate clothing. What!?

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Bernie was the first to greet him with a warm hug. " Good evening, love. " She greeted warmly. Then she got down to business. " We've heard you've gotten yourself -another- little beast - " And then she caught sight of him. The female hedgehog had to cover her mouth to keep herself from emitting a gasp.


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Jules saw him before she did. He narrowed his eyes but said nothing more about the matter. " Why'd you whip him with the stinger? " He could tell right away that he had.


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Scourge looked over there briefly. " He swung at me while I did the initiation ritual. "


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Bernie frowned deeply. " Why don't you two go to the dinner table? I need to go to the bathroom. "


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Sonic did a good job ignoring those around him. He leaned his head against his arm, holding his hands still against the leash and trying to find a way to prop himself up comfortable enough to rest. He didn't have enough slack to lay down which made things so much more difficult. He couldn't lean against the wall with his back considering the heavy damage dealt to it. Despite the awkward pose, he managed to doze off almost immediately after Scourge left to get ready to greet his parents.

Sonic woke back up with a back even more sore from being hunched over. His arms had slipped loose from their position, hands resting on his lap with his head leaning against the wall braced by his shoulder. His head was still hurting when he came to again. Maybe he should have apologized if just to get a pain killer. The blue hedgehog had never felt so miserable.

Disoriented as someone was greeted at the door, Sonic tried again to rearrange himself and get more comfortable. This only allowed him to scoot around, this time facing towards the others when he moved to sit on his behind. It was then he caught sight of Scourge's parents, making him freeze up and blink multiple times to make sure he wasn't suddenly hallucinating. Mom? Dad? No... it couldn't be. Like Scourge resembled him, his parents also looked like his own. How weird was that!

Gawking some more, he could only watch the two, pain never ceasing their stay in those green eyes, still vibrant, but hurt. His ears drooped down, forcing himself to look away as Bernie told the others she'd meet them at the dinner table. He had to wonder what was happening to his own mom and dad right now, and could only hope they were having it better than he was at the moment.


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Scourge didn't need to be told twice to head to the dinner table. All that discipline gave him quite the appetite. Jules hesitated slightly. He gave the blue hedgehog a look before looking back at his wife. " Bernie ... " The tone of his voice suggested the rest of that was supposed to be something along the lines of 'Don't do anything stupid'. He left her alone assuming that she really and truly was going to the bathroom.


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Bernie looked down that hallway to ensure that the two male hedgehogs were gone before making her move. Quickly, quietly, and without a moment's hesitation she went for the blue hedgehog struggling for his own comfort. She retrieve a small coated capsule from her purse that she offered to the hedgehog. " Here. Here. Take this and it'll numb the pain. " Not only did she look a lot like his mother but she sounded a lot like her, too. In her eyes was a world of concern. It tore her up to see him like this.

The female hedgehog didn't stop there. Though she too knew that she wasn't allowed to touch her son's property she had to do it. The leash was slowly worked off the ring and tied down so he had a bit more slack. At least now he'll be able to sit and lay down. " Poor baby ... " She muttered to herself. Again and again. She almost sounded a bit crazed as she did it.

How now bloodied gloves would have to be discarded before she went to the dinner table. She started working them off now to stuff into her purse as she backed off. " I know it's the last thing you want to do but you have to listen to him. " She whispered urgently to the injured hedgehog. What she said yes was even more cryptic. Almost chilling.

" Sonic ... I'm so sorry. "


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Hearing footsteps suddenly draw closer to him put him on edge, but he felt too weak to fend himself off against anyone. What he didn't expect though was Scourge's mom to come over to him, looking as concerned as she did. It was amazing how much she looked like his own mother; but he knew it couldn't possibly be her. Could it?

Sonic appeared alarmed as she reached him a pill, immediately recalling the mysterious deaths of the other slaves Scourge had before. His parents never liked him having one, it seemed. What if she was just trying to poison him right now? The blue hedgehog took the pill but he didn't actually put it to his lips yet. He was trying to figure her out, amazed at how good of an actress she was.

"I..." Sonic wasn't sure what to say as she lowered his leash, and wasn't sure if he was supposed to talk to her either. The last thing he wanted was to get beaten anymore than he has already. He was grateful for the extra slack though, whether or not it was a trap, he didn't mind so much then. He could still decide whether to take the pill or not. But everything he thought just then was turned completely upside down.

"Wh-What?" Sonic looked like he just saw a ghost, staring back at Bernie with widened eyes. Sonic? No one had said his name since he's been here. He doubted if anyone knew it or cared to know at all. Everyone was rounded up at Knothole without any questions asked. It was very eerie yet heartwarming at the same time.

" ... Mom? " Could it be? "What's going on? How?" He strained to keep his voice from raising in volume, excited to actually see her. He wanted to put his arms around her, but when she backed off, she was just out of his reach.


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" Shhh ...! " That would confirm his suspicions. She tried to keep her voice low as possible. She would not say if he were allowed to speak or not to who was apparently still a free person but she knew for certain this none of this was to get out. " Keep your voice down, please! " The woman who really did seem to be his mother begged. They were both going to be in serious trouble if any of this filtered out to the servants or slaves or even to her own husband.

Bernie threw a wild look over her shoulder to see if anyone else was listening or looking. After confirming that they were alone she huddled in closer to speak with him briefly. " I haven't the time to tell you everything now but I will soon. I promise. " What she had to tell him was a dozy. In fact she wouldn't have been surprised if he grew to hate her and Jules like he certainly hated Scourge right now. .

And what about them? Why hadn't they been enslaved? The answer was not an easy one. There was no easy way of saying that she and her husband loyally served such a barbaric city this entire time. Knowing that Bernie looked off to one side in shame. " Your father and I were released after the Marauders recognized us as citizens of Moeobotropolis. When we begged then to release you as well they refused. We tried to search for you ourselves but we could not find you in time to stop ... this. " In reference to his enslavement.

" I'm so sorry, Sonic. " She couldn't say how sorry she was over all of this. " It was not our intention to bring the Kingdom's ruin to Knothole. We raised you there because we wanted you to have a normal, happy, childhood! "


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Sonic looked apologetic, also glancing around her to make sure no one had heard him, or was around to listen in on their conversation. The coast seemed clear.

Turning his sights to her, there was an unmistakable amount of relief in his eyes, that unsurprisingly went with sheer bafflement.

When she first started, Sonic was eager to hear all the details, "What do you mean?" But he knew her time would run really short, especially if she didn't want to get caught talking to him like this. He almost wished he hadn't pried, what she said next about her and his father chilled him to the bone.

Citizens of Moebotropolis?

Sonic stared at her, looking confused, and betrayed. "What did you do?" Though it was not their intention to bring this horrible way of life to the people of Knothole, she made it sound like it was exactly their fault. The blue hedgehog was pained to think they could have anything to do with this cruel lifestyle. Already he was jumping to conclusions.

"No... you.. You supported this?" Need he gesture at his horrible condition? How could anyone want such a caged life for someone, their every action controlled, and beaten just because they could be? "How could you not tell me?" Now things were becoming blurry, he had to rub his eyes again, this time with the back of his hand. "My friends..." His best friend... "Tails..." It was hard to soak in. Everything he thought before was all changing right before his eyes. "Are you saying you're responsible for it all? Everyone's lives are ruined!" Glaring off towards the hallway Scourge had disappeared to, Sonic dared himself to ask. "How do you even know him?" He didn't want to hear that they worked for him, or that... There's no way he was their son too! WAY too much to take in here.


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" Of course not! " How could they wish something so terrible upon their own family and friends? Yes; they were residents of Moebotropolis. They've lived here for most of their lives. That did not mean that they didn't have emotional attachment to Knothole as well. Those people they left behind were their friends. Just as Sonic did they remembered the names and faces all too well. Faces that they would now likely never see again. " We didn't have a choice in this. The King was the one who handed down the order for the village to be destroyed. There was nothing we could do. " Naturally being found there among the villagers this morning aroused some suspicion from their superiors. They had to lie to them claiming that they were simply on vacation.

As for the hedgehog living in the house with them during the raid? He was a friend of theirs who had no relatives of his own. A local villager that had no biological connection to them. That was their story and they had to stick to it ... for Sonic's sake. It was all for his sake as cruel as it sounded.

Then he started demanding answers. Of course. He was entitled to them but there was little that she could do about that now. Rightfully so she started to step backwards to put some space between them. " I'm sorry, Sonic ... " No matter how many times she said it she didn't think he would ever forgive her for this. Not that she couldn't blame him. His entire life's outlook had changed dramatically for the worst because of this. " I don't think I can tell you anything else. It's not safe. " Is he in danger? Very much so, and that was even before she threw a wrench into the situation with all this new information.

Knowing that her better judgment might falter if she stayed here a second longer she turned tail and ran. She needed time. A lot of it. Having to look her best for dinner wasn't on the top of her priorities list as it was. Bernie was flustered when she finally made it to the Dining Hall. As the seconds ticked on her condition deteriorated despite Jules' best attempts to help her keep it together. She couldn't even cry about this in front of everyone.


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"W-Wait! Please..." He felt like screaming at her but even his attempt to stop her from leaving with so many unanswered questions fell into a near whisper. It was hard to find his voice, to not feel so completely astray from this reality. She started this with him and now he felt worse because he wanted some kind of resolution that his folks weren't as bad as what they seemed. She provided very little.

Sonic looked hopelessly lost, wondering why she couldn't have at least answered his last question, but he could bet he wouldn't like the answer. Appearing perhaps even more miserable than when she had found him, Sonic stared at the floor, left to ponder everything of what she said, and what it entailed.

He did not think too kindly of them now. He felt bitter, his friends and himself betrayed by those he was supposed to trust and count on the most. His body still bearing the soreness and pain that all off this had caused him, he felt he needed to blame somebody, just to help relieve some of the tension. While he didn't believe his parents were so cold to have wanted this on the villagers, or their son, Sonic was still not happy with them. They couldn't blame him now, could they?

Sonic took his pill, at the very least given some kind of physical relief. He felt tired, and wanted to lay down, but at the same time left restless. His mind kept active and alive over the news he had gotten not too long ago, but he took advantage of his loosened leash, laying down carefully on his stomach to keep the pressure off his back. His arms folded in front of him to give his head something to lay on, and he closed his eyes, listening for when they might be finished in the other room. As tired as he was, he couldn't seem to go to sleep this time.


The Dining Hall was too far away for him to hear all the details even when he tried to remain quiet. Ten minutes into the meal tones and tempers started to rise. An argument. From the sounds of it Sonic's Master and Sonic's father were in a verbal altercation. The reason why may have been listening in on the conversation right now. Jules wanted Scourge to be more lenient towards his new slave (whom he actually called a slave) and Scourge wasn't giving him an inch.

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" Why should you care? " The green hedgehog growled. " He'll die anyway if you had your way with him! You killed every other slave I've ever owned. How could I learn how to do it the right way if you've never given me a chance? " That was right. Scourge's parents, Sonic's parents, were supposed to be responsible for multiple murders before Sonic came to this house. Jules and Bernie were already pegged as liars. Could they be murderers as well?


The argument continued for another minute or so before one of the parties backed down. Though Jules was his father he had no control over what he did with Sonic now that he owned him. He asked if Bernie (who hadn't eaten anything) was ready to leave. They apparently had 'business' to attend to elsewhere. They weren't even staying here for the night. It may have been too late to help Sonic but there were still over residents out there in Knothole who may be able to be saved. Bernie was the one who reminded him of that on their way to the door.

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The two hedgehogs entered from the hallway leading to the kitchen and immediately headed to the door. Bernie looked back towards Sonic briefly but did not say anything to him this time. She was too ashamed of herself to. She didn't say anything at all until they were out of the estate where they could get some privacy. " Tails. "



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" The boy from Knothole? "


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Bernie nodded. " He won't be too hard to find given his looks. " They just had to hurry. " It's the least we can do considering. "


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Jules gave her a skeptical look. He didn't think they should involve themselves -that- intimately and for good reason. Yet he couldn't resist that helpless look that was on his wife's face. It was one of his weaknesses. " Fine. One last time and not an instance more. The King is already suspicious. "


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The tempers flaring in the other room did attract certain green eyes to look towards the hall. It was hard to make out what was going on. Sonic was so confused. It wasn't that he wouldn't understand the argument but what it meant. Did this mean that Scourge was his brother? How could his mom and dad keep this whole other life from him such a secret for so long?

If Scourge was their son, stories of what his parents were like came back to him, and made him feel sick to his stomach. To think that his mom and dad were capable of killing others, helpless slaves no less, he just... he didn't want to believe it. More than anything he wanted to speak with one of them before they left, but he knew he couldn't.

As they started to see their way out, Sonic pushed himself up again into another sitting position, slumped, and looking towards them as they headed for the door. He couldn't be sure when he'd see them again. It could be a while, who knows? He felt like he didn't know much about anything anymore. He didn't even know who his parents really were or that he might have had a brother somewhere in Moebotropolis.

Sonic's eyes locked with Bernie's in that passing glance, not much different from the way she left them before. Still hurt and confused, he could only watch as the door closed after them. For a second, the blue hedgehog was almost sure he hated them, but had to at least give them a chance to tell their whole story first.

But how could they possibly make up for it all? And why would they treat Scourge so bad if he was their son too? Why then couldn't they just save him and explain that he was their son and not a slave? Why were they pretending like he wasn't theirs; didn't that mean anything if they were high up? How could they just leave him here like this without any reassurance whatsoever?! Considering how much they've lied and possibly even murdered, a simple 'it'll be okay' just wasn't going to cut it. He wasn't sure what to expect now. Things were even so much more complicated than he could have imagined.


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" That bastard has some nerve! " Scourge wasn't alone when he stormed out of the Dining Hall. Several servants followed behind him carrying plates of food that were going to be set up in his bedroom as per his request. Since his parents were never around for long he normally spent his nights alone in his quarters. Meals were eaten up there since he found no point in making breakfast, lunch, or dinner an elaborate affair if it only served one. Little did he know that the reason that he normally ate alone was because Jules and Bernie were in Knothole having meals with their other son. " Haven't seen him in three weeks and he comes runnin' just to tell me that I'm wrong and I can't do this and I can't do that. I'm (almost) an adult, damn it! He has no right telling me what to do with my things. " His things. He was obviously referring to the slave still on the ring in the corner.

Scourge locked eyes with his 'thing' when he came back into the Grand Lobby. With a simple gesture of the hand he ordered the servants ahead up him upstairs. He'd came up with them shortly. In the meantime he approached the slave sitting on the floor. " 'ey. " The Master greeted with a flat tone. " Surprised you're still awake after all that. Most slaves can't take even twenty lashes. " It wouldn't have been the first time that Sonic impressed him today. His strength was commendable. So much so that he had to wonder how Sonic was roped into being a slave in the first place. He seemed capable of eluding a bunch of Marauders.

Green thumbed up to the pile of food being taken up the stairs to his room. " My folks ran out without touchin' their food. I guess the rest is gonna go in the trash if I don't find someone nice to share a bit of it with. " Catch his drift? There was no law prohibiting a slave from eating the same type of food that a Free person would eat. Economically it would be a better choice just to feed them gruel whenever possible. Nobles were wealthy enough to give their slaves and servants fuller meals though only if they worked for it. A good slave would get some tasty food. A bad one? There was always 'Slave Gruel'.

" I still want an apology. " If he wasn't willing to compromise he'd get nothing. Not even gruel.


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The pain killer Bernie slipped him certainly helped the blue hedgehog cope with his beating a lot easier than it should have. He was sure he could get through the remainder of the evening without complying to Scourge's demands. Considering the information he just found out by his mom, the blue hedgehog felt curious, as if being around him would open a way to finding out more answers. He was afraid to ask or tell anything directly, but he wondered if Scourge would treat him any better or worse to know that he was his brother. He too would probably hate his parents for hiding what they did to him, and not knowing all that he was capable of, Sonic decided he was intimidating enough at the glimpse he saw of cruelty he was able to administer to him alone. He couldn't just spill out what he knew. There was no way he could trust him, nor did he have the complete story.

Bernie's words came to him, telling him he needed to listen to the green hedgehog, but his stubbornness made it hard to want to call him master, or apologize for something he shouldn't have to. Looking away from him, he appeared to be thinking things over. Despite all that had been done to him, it did nothing to discourage his appetite. He only had the chance to eat breakfast this morning before all hell broke loose.

"Apologies," The first word came out easier than what was going to be the second, "Master." Begrudging and soft, he half hoped he wouldn't hear and move on. Sonic was clearly only saying it to get by, but he wasn't happy with himself nonetheless. He felt like he was giving in and he knew he could have endured his post a lot longer. He just didn't see much of a point. He needed some kind of distract or else he was sure he'd drive himself crazy from all the questions and speculations he had floating around in his head.


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A hand came down right on top of his head to give him a gentle petting. In the process he noticed the rather noticeable gash left behind by Maggie's decisive blow. Kneading the area with his fingers he quickly determined that at least that wound wouldn't need any stitches. Having him laid up in stitches would put a serious hindrance on their training. For much of the same reason the standard cracker of the whip didn't leave huge gashes on the skin. The cuts left behind were supposed to be narrow so they could heal even without serious medical treatment. Mistakes do happen still, especially when a slave is whipped almost fifty times. He'll have someone look into it shortly.

" See? Now that wasn't so hard. " He praised him like a man would praise a dog after they learned a new trick. Green even offered him a small smile to hide the searing anger that he felt over his parents at the moment. Reaching over his head he quickly undid the leash from the loop. In his haste to get upstairs he failed to notice that someone tied a sloppy knot where there's previously been a sailor's knot to hold him in place. " I'll have one of the servants clean your wounds while you eat. I don't want you drippin' blood all over the rugs. " He stopped himself just short of saying 'they cost ten times as much as you did'. The real number was closer to a hundred times more since he is just an untrained slave.

Scourge held the leash firmly to lead him to the upper levels of the house. They went up not only but three staircases to a level that had a single narrow hallway leading up to a door. On the other side were his private quarters which turned out to be a duplex suite with an elongated balcony overlooking the gardens and surrounding woods. The food was already being set up on the coffee table in the living room area on the first floor. The food was placed on a coffee table in front of a large lounging chair.

He lead them over and sat down in the chair. Before Sonic could do the same he gave the leash a harsh tug. This time he didn't send Sonic to the ground forcibly. His aim was to make him stumble forward so he crashed right into his lap.


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It was bad enough saying what he did. No need to push it. The hand that felt the need to praise him was eluded, or attempted to be by simply moving his head, and looking rather defensive at the gesture. The tone certainly didn't help. He did not need to be spoken to in such a manner when he was no different than him -- and even less than what the other hedgehog could possibly know. Brothers. A little known fact that was going to make things incredibly awkward later on.

As Scourge began to untie him, Sonic forced himself up, muscles strained and feeling a bit woozy when he rose all the way. He felt a little light headed from Maggie's incident. Other than that and some soreness, Sonic seemed to carry himself rather well. All thanks to that little pill he was given before.

As the two climbed the stairs, it was just fortunate Sonic was so fit for his body to be able to endure so much even with the pain killer. After a whipping like that, it might have been so much more difficult for an average mobian to get around so easily.

Once they got inside the room, Sonic was once again blown away by the interior of this place. He's never seen such fancy rooms, houses, or cars. He'd say it was all a treat if not for the circumstances. As Scourge led them over towards the food, he paid more of his attention there, and recalled the ridiculous rule of having to sit on the floor, rather than furniture. Sonic had remembered because he didn't want to be yanked again. Unfortunately, he got yanked anyway, and questioningly wound up in Scourge's lap. Ah, he recalled that being an option, but he didn't expect the gesture anytime soon.

Sonic sat clumsily against his lap, back towards him, eyes widening a little. His ears went down as well as his quills, obviously a sign of his own insecurity. "I'd rather sit on the floor."


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" I don't recall giving you a choice. " In regards of where he was going to sit. Sonic was going to sit on his lap whether he wanted to or not. Scourge even started taking the liberty of shifting the hedgehog around into another position. He pushed Sonic's body onto one side of his lap and spread his legs just enough for Sonic's legs to hang down between them. So now he sat to one side of him as opposed to facing away from him.

There was a good reason for it. He gestured for one of the servants to come towards them when he saw then come into the door. That servant had the first aide kit that he left downstairs from before. Ah, so that's it. Scourge wanted him to sit higher so it would be easier for the servant to clean his back. They couldn't do it in his previous sitting arrangement, either. Now that stood to one side and prepped a towel to wipe most of the dried blood from his back. Once they could actually see the wounds for themselves they'd work on applying disinfectant and gauze.

At least now he'd be able to eat. There was plenty down there for him to eat, too. They'd prepared a six course meal for dinner that would have otherwise went to waste; roast beef, ham, rolls, potatoes, vegetables, and a very unusual sixth item ... chili dogs. The young Lord always had chili dogs as one of his three meals of the day even if his guests had more elaborate fare. Since he hadn't eaten them for breakfast or lunch they had them prepared for dinner.

" Go ahead. " Scourge gestured to the food with his head while he made yet another bold move with his hand. Without much warning he wrapped one of his arms around Sonic's waist while he held the leash with the other. From one perspective this may have been to ensure that Sonic didn't fall when he made a lean for the food. On the other hand there was something distinctively intimate about the hold. If Sonic didn't move quickly he'd just have to pull him closer as opposed to letting him squirm away. Sonic could still eat but after downing a few beers and getting himself so worked up earlier he himself wanted to get on to other ... business.


OOC Notes:

- In case I didn't make it clear enough Scourge is Sonic's brother in this Timeline. He's Sonic's younger brother. Why he was chosen over the older (who is usually chosen) will be covered in another session. The Hedgehog Family structure will be an ongoing subplot though not the major focus of the story. Jules and Bernie will be back to check up on their sons occasionally.

- Slave Gruel: Something akin to Dog Food which you'll be able to pick up cheaply in your local grocery store. It can come in either individual can servings Ready-to-Eat or in a large paper bag like flour which needs to be prepared for groups. Slave Gruel is a paste made of low grade grain, vegetables, and animal parts ground together and moistened with water or oil until pliable. Sometimes it's spread on bread to make sandwiches. Where that isn't an option it can be eaten by itself. While nutritionally balanced Slave Gruel is noted for its bland flavor.

- Coupled in with the above it's not against the law to feed your slave normal food. You may feed your slave whatever you want, whenever you want, and however much you want. Slave Gruel is widespread because it's far less expensive then feeding every slave a real meal.
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He'd make his own choice if he had to. Not so willing to meet that consequence, however, he was in no hurry to actually do anything about it just yet. He let himself be rearranged, sitting sideways and glancing awkwardly towards him, but falling quiet. As the servants moved in, he was a bit tense about what they planned to do. While it was obviously to help him, he was afraid it was going to hurt. Fortunately, it didn't nearly as bad as it would have if he didn't have what he took before. What sting would be felt from the disinfectant he could easily endure. If he could get through the beating in the first place, this was a cake walk.

Trying to brace himself, since he knew it'd be hard to eat regardless, he was highly encouraged by Scourge's proposal, but mostly by his body language.

Scourge was invading so much of his personal space, it drove him forward, immediately reaching for a chili dog. While everything else looked equally as appetizing, especially the roast beef, he grabbed what he was most comfortable with, and knew he'd enjoy.

Just one bite filled him with good memories of being back in Knothole and eating from Uncle Chuck's diner. Though it didn't taste the same, it was still a good chili dog!


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The servant seemed to be rather efficient at their job. He had the blue hedgehog cleaned up, disinfected, and wrapped up all in less then five minutes. They even asked if the hedgehog were in any discomfort and needed a painkiller before leaving him be. Sonic may get a feeling as to why the servant was so mechanical in the process. The Young Lord whipped his slaves a lot to keep them in line. He believed in the iron fist more then the velvet glove when it came to Training. He had no qualms about beating his slaves into submission.

Scourge was willing to invade his personal space even further. Once Sonic took a hold of the chili dog he reached out and took it from him! How rude! Yet he had every right to do that considering what he was to him. When he asked for an explanation he'd give him a knowing smirk. " How'd you know that these were my favorite? " He teased before taking a bite or two our of it. They really were delicious. Made with the best ingredients that Moebotropolis had to offer. Buttery soft buns, quality beef, and the best vegetables from the season's harvest. Might not have tasted like the ones they had in that dankly village because they made made out of crap.

And to add insult to injury ... " Thanks, slave. " Now he was going to reach down himself and pick out a beer from the ice filled bucket. There were some other nonalcoholic drinks in the bucket that were meant for his parents. Juice and water. Sonic was free to grab another chili dog or whatever else he wanted without fear of falling over since the King held onto him so tightly.


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That was SO not what he had in mind. Sonic blinked dumbly when the chili dog was swiped from his fingers just as he was going to take a bite. It would have served him a good treat after being bandaged up. Fortunately, it went even smoother than he had imagined. Certainly wouldn't have stopped him from eating. What did was the green hedgehog himself.

Sonic bit his tongue to not make a derogatory comment. He gave him an annoyed look instead, huffing as he reached over to try for another while he stuffed his face of that one. He only paused when he thanked him, making his spines twitch up in tension. He was a little startled when he leaned forward, thinking he might slip from him. The firm grip he had on him reassured him that he wouldn't slip, however.

Sonic wasn't thirsty just yet. First he was wrapping his lips around this here chili dog and taking a bite. One big bite at a time, he wouldn't try for a drink himself until he got to the half way point. Licking his lips of any remaining sauce, it was only thing he'd decide to try for a drink. A juice.


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One chili dog was enough to satisfy his hunger. Scourge had eaten more then his fair share at the table before Jules made his blood pressure rise. Just one or two beers and he'd be ready to hit the sheets. This early? He had to. His duties required him to be up at an inane hour if he hoped to get everything done before lunch time. Sonic on the other hand could afford to sleep in a few more hours if he wanted. Scourge couldn't take a lowly slave on his early morning rounds because of the sensitive information passed during the meetings. It was nothing that a slave needed to hear.

In the meantime Scourge was willing to make small talk with his hungry slave. He'd had him for nearly a day now but knew nothing about him. Similar to Sonic he had no idea that his parents were keeping a pretty significant secret from him. The Master had no idea what other type of relationship he may have with his slave. " So ... " He started ominously. " ... how experienced are you? I don't think you've really been a slave that long but I can't be sure. Some of 'em are so stubborn 'till they're broken. " This was customary. Like a potential employee on an interview a slave needed to have their strengths mentally ready to throw on the table. This was especially true in a slave market where a slave only had a few seconds to catch a Master's attention before they moved down the line. If Sonic played his cards right he'd never have to go to such an awful place.

Still it would be nice to know if Sonic's good at anything except badmouthing him and running. Regardless of how he answered he had another question that he had to ask. This one was a bit more personal. " Are you a virgin? " Be honest.


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Unlike Scourge, he'd find out very fast how big of an appetite his slave could have. He had a lot to make up for, lunch and dinner. While chowing down on his chili dog, it was in no time he had the last bite shoved into his mouth, and nearly swallowed whole. He reached for another, unable to stop himself. These were just so good, he couldn't get it in him to try anything else just yet.

Scourge's lame attempt to create small talk only made him uncomfortable. Not as bad as what his second question turned out to be, but he was reluctant to speak with him at all. Reminded of the thought that so many had to be broken into this ordeal, he felt an incredible amount of pity. The idea of someone's spirit being taken away from them like that, he just didn't want to think about it. He refused to let the same thing happen to him. If he was strong, he could get through this. But this was his own brother, after all. Surely... something could be worked out in the end.

"I was caught this morning." He mumbled around another bite, and licked some extra chilli off the top when it started to ooze down off of one side. Coming close to his last bite, he nearly choked on it when Scourge suddenly asked a rather personal question. Once he got it down, he looked at him, not at all comfortable with answering. He looked the other way, falling silent instead. Considering he already got what he wanted, he could very easily become stubborn again. Already he had gotten away with speaking twice by leavin' off that annoying 'Master' thing. He figured maybe he'd just be taken back downstairs and tied up to spend the remainder of the night.


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Things would be a lot easier on Sonic if he just cooperated like his mother said. There was a very important reason as to why Scourge asked that particular question. He'd planned on getting his new slave a collar tomorrow. The make and design of the collar depended on a number of factors. The slave's temperament was a big factor in it. He had a feeling he'd need a sturdier collar for this one. Other factors were what the slave would be used for and whether or not they were a virgin. A collar was usually the first thing a Free saw on a slave even before their face. It contained all their vital information and some telling details even from a distance.

" Then you don't know anything, huh? " Scourge noticed immediately that he didn't answer the second question. Not good. Though he could always assume he didn't want to assume wrong. What made the situation even more difficult was the idea that a male was much harder to check for such a thing then a female. He didn't think that Sonic would let him in close enough to check anyway.

Scourge took a sip from his beer and then nudged the blue hedgehog off his lap. If he didn't want to answer then he didn't deserve to sit there anymore. " I guess we'll have to start from the top. Tomorrow. "No more Training tonight. Sonic's back wouldn't be able to take it.

The green hedgehog took a firm hold of his slave's leash but did not give it a tug yet. He watched intently for a minute or so to see if the blue hedgehog showed any signs of slowing in his meal. The Master only intended on waiting a minute or so before heading off and around him. " Come on. Bedtime. "


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He knew how unfair this all was. He didn't need to know how to behave. To act like something he wasn't; he was just as important as he was. They were all the same in his eyes no matter what stupid lable someone wanted to brand onto somebody else. To Sonic, it meant nothing. At least, for now, that vivid light in his eyes didn't seem too eager to leave even after today, despite the surprises and rough treatment. Sonic wasn't giving up hope just yet, thinking that maybe somehow something good could come out of all of this.

The blue hedgehog was pleasantly surprised when Scourge didn't pry anymore into the subject. He may try to tomorrow but for now it seemed he would be able to be left alone in peace. But he was far too eager to get to bed. Sonic was already reaching out for something new. A fork stabbed into a slab of ham, while his other hand took a couple of rolls. Fortunately he was given a minute to eat that. But even when he was pulled off, Sonic had stolen one more chili dog. He had to make sure he was nice and full since he couldn't be certain when he might eat again. If he pissed him off enough, who knows when.

Following after him, he wondered if he could save this or he should try to eat it too. He was already pretty full but he was nibbling on the chili dog all the way to the bedroom anyway.


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Not telling him the details hurt Sonic more then it hurt Scourge. When they went down to the market tomorrow he'll make the collar assuming that Sonic was -not- a virgin. It'd not only serve as a befitting punishment and a valuable active lesson as to why a slave shouldn't withhold information from their Masters but it'd save him a couple of Rings as well. Virgin collars were more expensive to make then the other kind.

Scourge's duplex had a flight of stairs leading up to the second level overseeing the first. A narrow walkway with a railing for safety preceded the entryway of his bedroom. It was a private nook in a very public space that made him feel comfortable. On days when he really felt tired he could afford to sleep downstairs but tonight he felt the need to curl up in his nice warm bed. His parents made him that angry.

Sonic may have been surprised to see that he had a bed also. Scourge lead him over to a bed that was lower down to the ground then his large canopy bed. Aside from the low position of the mattress (it laid directly on the floor surrounded by a wooden box so it wouldn't slide) it was aesthetically the same as Scourge's bed, canopy and all. The Master didn't undo his leash this time. He tied it to one of the bedposts at the head of the bed. When he finished he reached over to give him another pat on his now bandaged head. The servant put a square bandage there where Maggie struck him earlier.

" Goodnight, slave. " He said almost expectantly. The least his slave could do was tell him goodnight.


OOC Notes:

- Pitching: Scourge was expecting a " Pitch " when he asked Sonic how experienced he was. Similar to an Elevator Speech slaves are given 10-15 seconds to say or do something interesting for a prospective Master. A pitch can mean the different between having a nice warm bed for the night and staying in a Kennel so slaves often try to bundle their best skills together in a short amount of time.

- Slave Collar: Serves the same purpose as a dog tag in real life. The collar isn't needed to identify slaves since they always have a brand somewhere on their body. The collar is used to tell people who might find the slave their name, their owner, where they came from, and what they're used for. The information is usually present on a tag in the front. The make and color of the collar can tell a Free person this information at a glance. White Collars are worn only by slaves that are reserved for their Master. As far as the law stands it's illegal for a Free person to touch or harm a slave wearing a White Collar. Slaves that wear Black Collars are on the opposite end of the spectrum. They can be ordered around, punished, and abused by any Free person or even another slave with their Master's permission. Collars come in a variety of other colors that have little semblance. Normally it's assumed that any slave that wears a collar that's not Black or White can be used with their Master's permission.

- Slave Markets: Think something akin to an Animal Shelter / Pet Store. It is a very large building located in the major Kingdoms and along some popular Trade Routes. When a customer first walks in they'll be in the " Showroom " where they can purchase various items for their slaves. Collars, leashes, food, toys, restraints, and so on and so forth. There are a fair amount of economy grade (affordable) items on display. For richer customers they may also have an item custom made for their slaves.

In addition to selling slave care products most Slave Markets also sell slaves. A Market that sells a slave will usually have the " best " slaves they have to offer working the Showroom Floor in hopes of enticing a Master's eye. A more adventurous Master can head into the backroom where they'll find something akin to a Kennel where other less show-worthy slaves are kept. Some are unbroken. Some are untrained. Some are both. These usually sell for much less then the Showroom slaves on principal.

Masters can sell or abandon their slaves to these Kennels if they don't want them anymore. Slaves seized in battles or raids are also sent to the Kennels even if they're well trained slaves. Though Kennels can be busy they very rarely have problems with overcrowding. Since mobians think it wasteful to execute another mobian for any reason slaves aren't " put down " to make space. Slaves that won't sell are sold in bulk as laborers for the Kingdom.
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The blue hedgehog looked around the room (ending up eating the remaining chili dog just before hand). He expected to be tied back downstairs. He supposed he was overlooking his earlier behavior, a good thing too. It wasn't like his stay was unplanned at all. Instead of being tied to the end of Scourge's bed and forced to sleep on the floor or something, he spotted the extra bed sitting nearby. He had no problems with it, a lot better than what he could have been given. He actually took the initiative to walk ahead of him to try to sit down on the bed while Scourge turned his attention to and busied himself by tying his leash to one of the posts. As if it'd really stop him if he needed to untie it. The problem was, where would he go if he did?

Sonic sat down, almost leaning back first. Not a good idea. He decided he'd sleep on his stomach tonight since laying down the other way would undoubtedly hurt his back. Looking up at his ... brother, the blue hedgehog arched a brow as he stared back at him. He seemed to have expected something, but the most he got was a grunt before he stretched out and buried his face against his pillow.


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Scourge actually sighed when Sonic said nothing to him this time. Too stubborn to tell him even Good Night? That was pretty low. He really didn't appreciate the sudden attitude that his slave had. Would he force him to say it? Not tonight. It wasn't worth the energy.

Green moved around his personal space gathering things before going to bed. Since he had to wake up so early he made sure that his clothing and belongings for the trip were ready before going to sleep. Then he'd only have to wake up, get a shower, and go. He expected for his slave to be asleep before he finished setting up for tomorrow. In total it took an entire hour. He put the finished suit back into the closet with a yawn.

At this rate he'd only get seven hours of sleep.

When morning came he was awakened by a vibrating alarm that he had under his pillow. He habitually kept a silent alarm as not to awaken his 'good' slaves. Scourge intended on letting Sonic sleep in while he did his morning rounds. At five in the morning he sneaked around the room getting his suit and shoes so he'd be able to creep his way into the back room. He'd be gone by five thirty. With any luck he should be back before nine in the morning.


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Scourge's intentions may be to break him in the long run, in the meantime, he hadn't earned his respect. He got his challenge, and the blue hedgehog was not going to go easy on him. The fact that he was his brother made him even more resilient. Sonic wasn't sure how long he could keep it a secret though. Considering how desperate his mom seemed about the whole thing, he was afraid to tell him, unsure of what Scourge would do. He doubted if he'd even believe him since he could barely believe it himself. So for now, he would stay quiet, and hope that his parents came back to see him again soon.

As Scourge situated himself to go to sleep, Sonic managed to do so in record timing. Exhausted from the day and everything that's happened, he was only fortunate that his dreams didn't haunt him with the unforgettable memories. They ended up being much better than this reality, and Sonic slept in without any plans of waking up unless physically shaken. In the meantime, Scourge would be gone, and Sonic would none the wiser.

Getting tangled in what sheets he had, he almost woke himself up a couple of times since he'd accidently roll onto his back before his body subconsciously seemed to realized he needed to stay on his stomach. His quills laid down with on his head peeking out at one point, he looked like an egg roll.


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Jules and Bernie paid him an unexpected visit yesterday. He knew his parents to go away for weeks at a time on 'business' leaving him in the care of Benjamin. Little did he know that his parents had actually been in Knothole raising their other son in those times. The situation had become so routine he'd actually become used to them -not- being there for him. Since they just came back for a visit he didn't expect to see them again for another three weeks. That was just the way things worked.

In the meantime Scourge still had his duties to attend to. His work involved making sure that the estate was up to snuff and his own personal business was in order. Trips to the bank to check balances, the food market to place orders, City Hall to deliver the registration papers for his slaves, and at some point in between he grabbed a bite for breakfast before heading back. Today he decided to skip one of his more boring lessons (music) in favor of spending some time with his arrogant slave much to Benjamin's ire. He scolded him on the entire trip back home.

" Fine. Fine. I'll play the Hell out that damn violin tomorrow. " He grumbled at the front door. " Just tell the King I was sick or somethin'. Got a cold from handling that new slave of mine's. " He knew Benjamin would just tell them the truth anyway but it was worth a shut.


" Now you see he- " SLAM.

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Scourge locked the door as well. Then he raced up the stairs to his duplex to check on his slave. " Oi! " He called into the room before he walked in. He was still asleep? How could he still be asleep at this hour? It was almost noon! " Get up. Get up! We gotta get movin'! "

He only gave him a good two seconds before he reached for the leash. Though it looked steady he managed to unravel it easily by tugging on the right knot at the right angle. Once it was in his hands he gave it a harsh yank. Yank. Yank! YANK!


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Sonic was used to sleeping in. While he was in Knothole, his parents let him sleep in often during the weekends when he didn't have school. Even when they tried to get him up, however, he was often stubborn and a pain to deal with in the mornings. Scourge took him by surprise with a slight advantage. That, and not caring how he felt, just so long as he got up. His parents were too soft on him.

"--!?" The blue hedgehog woke with a jolt, eyes cracking open, blurry as he felt a painful tug at his collar, threatening to choke him with every powerful yank. Sonic retaliated, grabbing at the leash in his panic to try to pull back on it. "Oi! Stop it!" Disoriented, he almost forgot where he was, or who he was dealing with. His ears pinned, reluctant to remove himself. He was still feeling drowsy, especially since he slept in. The green hedgehog would have had to pull him off the bed, which was pretty easy since he had very little balance with the sheets coiled around him.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Talk about a rude awakening.


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" I'll stop when you're up! " He snapped. How could he have not been awake by now!? This was going to set them back another half hour in the least! The Master wanted to get to the Slave Market first thing in the morning because all sorts of unsavory characters showed up there later in the day making it much harder to concentrate on shopping. The best stock was put out during the daytime hours before the evening rush as well.

Scourge had no problem dragging him. He took it upon himself to reach down and take a hold of the forearm holding the leash with his free hand and give it a firm yank while he pulled on the leash. After that push he started backpedaling towards the bathroom where the tub was waiting for him. At least Savannah didn't sleep in. He asked the maid to draw a bath for his lazy slave when he left to do his rounds. She drew him a nice warm bubble bath just as ordered. The problem? She drew the bath three hours ago. Most of the bubbles were gone now and the once warm water was now freezing thanks to the nippy Fall morning getting hold of it.

Not that the Master cared. He threw him into the tub anyway.

He both let go of the leash so he wouldn't break his slave's neck and doubled back as not to be splashed. With his hands now free he placed them on his hips. " You slept for twelve hours! " He informed him in a not-so-kind tone. " I've never seen someone so lazy! " And he ended it with a scold.

" Now we're going to be late because of you. "


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A good thing the Master didn't know one of his biggest fears. Otherwise, he might be more apt to listen if threatened by it. However, a tub wasn't going to scare him. What made him act so startled was the temperature of the bath. Well, that woke him right up! ...if all the dragging him there hadn't. The blue hedgehog stood up quickly, the second he lost balance after being shoved in. Water splashed out, making the floor all wet. As he scrambled to pick himself back up, he was dripping from head to toe, shivering. His arms wrapped around himself, looking at the other wide-eyed. "I-It's fr-freezing!" Surely, he didn't expect him to try to get clean in such cold waters!

At the mention of being late, he looked at him questioningly. "What are you t-talking about? L-Late for what?" He gritted his teeth, ears folding as he rubbed his arms, not wanting to lower himself back into the water. His feet were chilled enough as it is. Though the water wasn't ice cold, falling into it so quickly without letting his body adjust to the temperature made it very uncomfortable.

"Can't I just stay here or something?" He was already volunteering even before he let him answer. It must have something to do with him otherwise, in which case, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. But if it didn't, he didn't see the point in him going too.


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Suppose he should at least tell him where they were going. Scourge intended on taking him to quite a few places this morning. The market was among the first. He also wanted to get some more information out of him for his registration. Of all the slave documents he sent him this morning Sonic's was the one with the most blank information. He'd only been able to fill out his species, gender, approximate height, approximate weight, and markings. It wasn't nearly enough information to ensure he'd be found if he were stolen or lost.

At least he'd have some fun with his explanation. Evoke some fear in his little heart. " I've decided I don't want such a lazy, disrespectful, intolerable, and utterly worthless slave in this House. We're going down to the slave market to trade you in. " That was a half truth. They were really going down to the slave market and Scourge really didn't want to keep such a disrespectful slave under his collar when there were plenty of nicer slaves out there. That did not mean that he was willing to give Sonic up completely. Not yet.

Not by a long shot.

When Sonic asked to stay here it caught him off guard. Of course he couldn't stay here. He needed to be down in the markets to try on his new collar! Again he tried to play around with the truth because it was a bit more fun. " Do you really want to stay here with me? " He teased him, playing on what he said earlier about going to trade him here. " You were so miserable yesterday ... "


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As much of a fool as he would have felt like if he had known he was lying, Sonic was obviously taken aback by what Scourge proposed, making his eyes widen. There, was he happy? A spark of fear in those bright green eyes. More than he might have expected. After all, Scourge was pretty harsh with him, but he seemed way more terrified of being traded in for someone else. There was a good chance he could find someone nicer, and then again, there was a better chance he'd find someone worse. However, that wasn't his main dilemma.

His parents would never be able to find him then! While he was incredibly angry with them, he needed them now more than ever. He wasn't sure how their relationship was going to pan out from here on in, but he knew if he was sold, he'd never have the opportunity to find out why they had done all of this, and he'd be haunted with questions all his life. Not to mention, never be able to see the only loved ones he knew were still around and okay.

"You can't!" Sonic blurted, ears folding. It was enough to distract him from the chilly bath water as he tried to figure out how to change his mind. It didn't even dawn on him that he was kidding at all. "I mean..." What did he mean? He didn't want to promise he'd be good. He wanted to fight these ridiculous laws all the way. But what choice did he have?

When Scourge continued, the blue hedgehog nearly let loose some of his less-than-appreciated wit. He didn't want to stay with him and he was miserable. Now that the pill had ran its course inside his system, his back was noticeably more sore. At the same time, not as bad as it could have been if Scourge hadn't let someone take care of him.

"It's not like I was born into this kind of thing. Just the other day I was considered as good as you. Now that an idiot scarred me, everything's changed. Can't you try to see where I'm coming from? At the very least, you could be kinder!" And maybe then he wouldn't act so disrespectful! After all, he did try a couple of times, before he was pushed into a corner, and fought back. He couldn't help but feel like that had been Scourge's intention all along, however.


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It was. Now he was looking to force Sonic even further into that corner. To remind him of just how powerless he was in all of this. A slave that was displeasing could very well be sold for a more efficient model. There were hundreds of slaves throughout the Kingdom that would do anything to live in a House like this. He didn't even want to be here. When Sonic insisted that he couldn't do such a terrible thing to him he'd remind him who was in control here.

" Why can't I? " That's right. He could. He could do whatever he damn well wanted with him because he was the hedgehog's Master. Not his family nor his friend. Not even a distant associate. He owned the blue hedgehog and whatever happened to him now was completely in his hands. Even his parents knew they were ultimately powerless to stop him.

Scourge quickly lost interest in the rest of what he had to say for himself. At least until he finished. Be kinder? His reaction to his heart filled speech was a round of hearty laughter. It was absolutely hilarious to hear this from someone in his position! " Just as good as me, huh? " He almost wasn't able to get those words out thanks to his own chuckling. Now he took a bold step forward and glared down at him. " Let me tell you somethin', Blue. You were never as good as me. " Okay. Now he was finished.

And now he seemed to be leaving. Turning tail to head for the bathroom door. All of this laughing at the other's expense made him thirsty. Think he might have something light for the road. Maybe a wine cooler. Though he turned his back on him he didn't let his guard down. He already knew that the slave was wild enough to attack him if he saw a good opportunity. His ears and quills remained erect in anticipation for some type of retaliation before he made it to the door.

" Ten minutes. " Not a second longer. He did not want Master to come looking for him. " Someone at the door'll reapply your bandages. "


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He saw nothing funny at all in what he had to say! How dare he not take him seriously. The blue hedgehog was tempted to give him even more reason to trade him in. His hands balled into bitter fists at his shivering sides, narrowing his eyes to glare in frustration at him. How could his own brother be so cold? Why wouldn't his parents raise him up better than that? Then again, it seemed they supported this way of life; but considering how he was brought up, he just didn't understand how they were able to come from two totally different worlds, be so completely opposite. None of it made any sense.

"You're right, I was better." A slip of the tongue; he just couldn't help himself at Scourge's last comment. At least he didn't attack him; no, he had no intention of that just yet. The blue hedgehog watched the other as he headed for the door, uncertain if this meant he really was going to trade him in, regardless of what he had to say for himself. It didn't appear he wanted to listen anyway. What was he going to do? If he was really going to do this, he might as well try to escape at some point. Maybe he could try to bolt while they were out, though he recalled Scourge's own agility. Considering they were related, he may very well be able to catch him if he tried.

Ten minutes? Sonic would be fiddling with the knobs of the bath tub to try to put some warm water in to stir with the cooler temperature. Maybe then it'd be bearable enough to actually scrub his coat in. Some shampoo sat off to the side as well as some conditioner. He'd used that once Scourge was out of the picture. He did feel rather dirty after being hauled around yesterday. Ten minutes wasn't as long as he would have liked for a bath, but by the time someone came around to change his bandages, he was already drying off.


Sonic may have recognized the servant that came to reapply his bandages. It was the raccoon who clobbered him over the head yesterday. The raccoon seemed not to hold any ill feelings towards him. No matter what the length of time the young Lord really gave him to take his bath she waited patiently in the room adjacent. In the meantime she took a moment to clean up the room. The sheets from both Sonic and Scourge's beds were gathered to be washed along with the clothes that Scourge just discarded on the floor. After she finished she laid down a lethal combination of air freshener and disinfectant.

This time around Maggie didn't say anything. She just took a moment to dry his wounds, apply he disinfectant, and bandage them again. The raccoon made for a lot of nice strong bandages that wouldn't come off easily. Perfect for traveling. When she finished she went on about her business. The room wasn't going to clean itself.


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Scourge was waiting rather impatiently downstairs. He spent his spare ten minutes phoning Benjamin to ask a few questions. Almost every answer consisted of 'Do it yourself!'. It was enough to make him irritated even before Sonic finally came down the stairs.

The dangling leash around his neck was carefully reached for and taken. Once he got a nice strong grip on it he made his move. One harsh yank forward put him right in the path of an abrupt thrown fist. This time he punched him with his dominant hand on the opposite side from where he hooked him before. His movement was so sudden that it was hard to tell how or why he had done it. Might have been because he -heard- his smart little comment before leaving the bathroom and wanted to pay him back when he least expected it. A good Master never forgets.


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Of all the servants he had, did it have to be her? When he spotted Maggie after ruffling a towel through his fur, still damp but considerably dry now, he walked out, pausing when he noticed the raccoon girl. Immediately there was tension, and quite an awkward time he had too.

The bandages came off easily considering they were wet. His fur laid a bit messily around his back, soft and shiny thanks to the conditioner. It was an almost floral scent that kept him smelling clean. All the while, Sonic said nothing to her. There was nothing to say. He was upset about what she did, but there was nothing he could do about it. He highly doubted she'd pay him anymore attention than Scourge.

The wounds she addressed on his back didn't look as bad as yesterday, but it was noticeable that at least a couple of those welts were highly flushed around the edges, obviously infected. Nothing his immune system couldn't fight off. In fact, it might have been surprising for her to see how fast he was healing from the incident yesterday. He had a very high healing ratio Scourge, fortunately, didn't know about. Otherwise, he might only be worse on him, knowing he can recuperate better than an average slave.

Once she was finished, he left without further incident. Moving down the stairs towards the Master of the household, he ignored the leash still dangling from his neck (though tempted to have unhooked it before he even left the bedroom). Stopping in front of Scourge, he had already forgotten about the comment he made. So when the other lashed out at him, he was taken completely by surprise.

While he saw it coming at the last second, he was too slow to have blocked the nasty punch, sending him on the floor, landing right against his bottom with a pained yip. A hand immediately reached up to comfort the spot, flushed cheek heating up beneath his palm. His eyes were watering from the sting, only shocked by the blow, not truly upset. He felt worse yesterday from that bull whip.

"What...what was that for!?"


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" No reason. " Scourge shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Had he come a few seconds late? Was it punishment for something he'd done earlier? It was none of Sonic's concern. Maybe he should reflect on the words he said yesterday. That he could hit him whenever he want even if he didn't have a reason. It was a possibility.

Without further adieu he turned around to open the door. The limousine was already waiting out front for them. He didn't tell the driver to park it because he thought his slave would be ready for him when he returned to the manor. Should have known better.

The limousine was a must for this trip. While they were both very capable of running to the market in a fraction of the time it'd take them to get there by limo he didn't trust the blue hedgehog far as he could punch him. The leash acted as a bit of security in that area. Sonic couldn't run off easily without him noticing. On the other hand a thief couldn't snatch the hedgehog once they were in the heart of the city. Thievery was rampant in downtown and that included slaves. All of the Nobles knew that only two types of people lived within city walls; the Royal Family and the poor. Anyone who could afford their own lived on the countryside.

Once again he climbed in the limo before him to take a seat. This time he simply looked to see if Sonic would do the right thing or press his luck again. Sitting anywhere but the floor around his feet would result in yet another harsh yank. It was a wonder if he didn't do some serious damage to the area by now. The thin layer of padding inside of the collar may have buffered a bit of the blow. Maybe he should try a disciplinary choke chain or pinch collar on him. The latter could be extremely dangerous.

For most of the ride Scourge sat silent, thinking. Then he remembered what he threatened Sonic with earlier and decided to milk it. " Know what to do to the slaves that people don't want? You know ... the ones that end up being sold back to the markets? " He started with a knowing grin. " They take the ones that don't sell in a week an' turn them into all types of things. Fur covered mittens, dog food, experiments ... " He trailed off. Then he thought of a really good one.

" Sometimes they even just take them out back and use 'em for target practice. "


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No reason!? One could practically feel the heat of his blood boil as he glared daggers into his captor. He was really pushing it again. Fortunately, Sonic had a bit more self control than that. He was torn between trying to kick his ass, however, or attempting to be better in hopes of changing his mind since his earlier bluff. Since he was going to give him away anyway, he considered going after him again, right then and there. Scourge wouldn't be the first to bring up what he threatened; by the time he was following after him (and holding off just a little bit longer before giving up and lashing out), he brought it up in reminder, uncertain as to where else they'd be heading if not to take him to be traded. Maybe he could call him on his own bluffs.

"Seems to me you're more of a pushover than I imagined." Now where was he going with this? Certainly not one to speak since he was just knocked down by one powerful punch. He forced himself to stop rubbing his cheek, trying to ignore that painful throb. The meaning behind his actions wasn't just to get punished again, however. Considering he has yet to call him by Master since he got his dinner last night. That was more oversight now while he focused on the primary issue at hand. "Sure, you can throw your own weight around, but you're already giving up. Can't handle me?" He arched a brow, teasing; though he knew he was definitely going out on a limb on this one, trying reverse psychology and all. There was truth in what he was saying anyway, or at least what he believed. He was certain he had a good chance of overcoming him yesterday if not for Maggie interfering. The guy was brought up as nothing more than some selfish, spoiled brat.

However, Sonic's demeanor wavered in light of what more they could do to those poor individuals unfortunate enough to be sold on the markets. It made his skin crawl. He looked absolutely disgusted; how could people get away with treating others like that?

Sonic really wasn't sure of what to say. His eyes were calculating, trying to come up with a way to escape such a fate if it were to come down to that. Depending on how good his intuition is, he might want to reconsider what he was saying, since the desperation in the hedgehog's demeanor might have given away his escape plans already.


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Scourge listened to him try to flip the situation around on him. Nice words coming from a guy who'd been forced from his home, captured, enslaved, and was now on the bad end of someone's leash and collar. Not to mention that he had him serving him for a brief time the previous day. Kneeling, listening, and calling him Master like a good slave would. He was willing to submit to long enough to get out of that bloody corner he whipped him in. And what was his reward for simply calling him by his title? A nice meal, a warm bed, and the chance to clean and groom himself before heading out to the market. Not once did the little ingrate thank him for his kindness and that bothered him more then his blatant badmouthing. It was perfectly all right for him to loathe him but his inability to be humbled by the small amount of kindness he -was- willing to give was unacceptable.

He let out a testing 'Hmm' in consideration for Sonic's words. What was the deal when it came to releasing him? " There's more then one way to catch a fish. 'Suppose you can say that there's more then one way to tame a slave. " That much he learned in the Finishing School. No one method worked with every slave. Though young Masters were taught that slaves were no better then dogs or any other type of pet they were mindful that each one of those animals had their own temperament and personality. Sonic was no different in that aspect.

" You got it off too easy I think. Rather then be subjected to the cruelty of the Slave Markets and having to work yourself to the bones to get into a Noble's House you were put there in less then a day. Might have been too much for your little pea brain to handle at once. A slave needs to start off nice and slow to be able to understand what was happening to them. "

The entrance of the city was slowly approaching. Scourge regarded the scenery briefly before looking back to the heated slave. " I can always find you and buy you back if you're still alive come my birthday. After you've been doing the same repetitive job day in and day out fourteen hours a day for nine months. After nine months of eating nothing but a dog food, water, or whatever you could weasel away from people who are better off then you. After being beaten by angry customers who are just looking for an easy victim or raped by some drunk who couldn't keep their hands off you while you served them. "

" They can do that, you know. Most slaves out here are the ones who were the Black Collars. Normal workers who can be used and abused by anyone who just so happened to come across them while they did their job. I was going to make my Pleasure slave wear a pretty little White Collar so they'd only have to worry about serving their real Master. " He then sighed. " Oh well. I think black looks better on you, anyway. "

All this new information was bound not to set right with him. The word part? Everything that he said was true. That would be exactly what happened to him if he wasn't bought by another Noble Master ... or maybe even if he were. Not all people were merciful towards lowly slaves. " I guess the question isn't so much if you can handle me. It's more if you can handle them. "


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Sonic looked down at his lap, sitting Indian style as they drew closer to their destination. He had of course learned from the first time than to try to sit on the chair; fortunate for him, since his neck was indeed sore from the times Scourge has jerked him around so far.

Time was against him. It seemed Scourge was not willing to budge an inch. If anything, he put the blue hedgehog even more on edge. He was sure that was the point but how much of this did he truly mean? Hearing it come from him, slavery was even worse than all the stories people talked about in the village. Or maybe it just hit home so much more now that he was really apart of it. To think that his friends could be in the market right now, trying to handle those same people Scourge described in such explicit detail... Sonic's ears and quills laid down, looking highly distraught. Though, who knows if it was more so for himself, or those he cared about and missed from Knothole. Most likely both.

Sonic frowned, having not meant to fallen so quiet for so long. That damn so-called brother of his must've got a hoot out of that. He glanced up at him, considering something. "You obviously don't know me well. Whereas we differ in persona, do you not wonder why we look... so much alike?" The question really didn't have too much to do with what Scourge had to say, except maybe for the fact that he was again trying to suggest the two weren't exactly that different, and he could handle those sadist bastards. However, more-so, did he want to stir the suspicion of something obviously wrong here. How come he was so surprised that they were identical, but Scourge never paid it no mind? If he was going to be sold, he didn't want to take the chance of his parents not finding him again. Maybe the green hedgehog would be more open if he learned that... that the very person he was being so cruel to was his brother.


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" Not really. " The vehicle slowed to a stop when they neared their destination. Since the driver expected them to take at least an hour inside of the markets they pulled into the pathway right beside the market to both park and allow the hedgehogs to circle around to the inside.

They could see the cruelty of the place that await them already by simply looking out the window. A dense electric fence with barb wire over the top for good measure was just inside of a smaller chain link fence that surrounded a grass covered yard located on either side and the back of the city block-wide market. There were no slaves running lounging around the yard outside though. They were all housed in indoor-outdoor Kennels that had an electronic lock on them. There had to be at least fifty kennels on this side of the building alone!

Scourge moved to slide past him so he could go to the door. Along the way he explained his reasoning. " The echidna theorize that about ninety percent of modern hedgehog descended from the same ancient tribe. The tribe survived while others died out because of their strong bodies, longer quills, and commendable will. Most hedgehogs who come from that particular tribe have the same distinguishing traits. Larges eyes, bright pupils, long quills, plush fur, yada, yada, yada ... " Looked like he missed the point completely. Scourge suggested that they looked so much alike because they were the same species of hedgehog. At least he was heading in the right direction.

The driver was there to open the door by time Scourge reached it. He pulled himself and Sonic through to start towards the large building with all of the Kennels. At this angle they could see that there were some Kennels that were out there in the crash by themselves. That was the place where they housed all the bad slaves that weren't good enough to even be housed with all the others. They must have been out there all night!


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Sonic sighed. Though Scourge did sort of start on the right track, he didn't seem to be getting what he was hoping he had hinted towards, or at least got him going in that direction. He supposed he kind of did. But that wasn't going to cut it. What did it mean for a slave to be related to someone that wasn't? He considered it not mattering at all legally. Considering how cold this hedgehog was, he was concerned that Scourge wouldn't care at all, even if they were related. Maybe he'd insist that he was still the better of the two since he hadn't got caught like he did and branded. How that should play any part of who has to be treated like utter crap, simply because they were ambushed and kidnapped, made absolutely no sense to him. It was all an unjust system fueled by greedy, cowardly bastards that need someone else to push around, or to do their bidding. Scourge was no better; he could see what got him going. The power trip and maybe even a little insecurity. To see someone else in anguish just because he can. That wasn't even a reason; of course, he was distinguishing the fact that others weren't simply THINGS that anyone can do anything with as if they had no feelings or thoughts of their own. Sonic wouldn't have even treated his dog Muttski as bad as they were doing people!

As they finally arrived, the blue hedgehog only got more anxious. He was hesitant to leave the limo, perhaps gaining another harsh tug on Scourge's part. He did not want to come out. Very reluctantly, however, he crawled out of the limo, neck certain to be flushed from the collar rubbing so roughly against it. The sight that was met before him only filled him with further despair. Where as Scourge may not have batted an eye, his heart went out to everyone that was captured here. A heroic urge in him that was driven, urging him to do something to help them. Of course, he knew that was impossible.

"This place is horrible." He couldn't help but comment, digging his soles against the ground as Scourge started to lead them in. More resistance as he took hold of the leash to keep pressure off his neck, tugging back. "You're really just going to give me up? Just like that?" He didn't want to go in there!


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Seemed like the psychological approach was working. Sonic's resistance was a strong sign but he wasn't quite done yet. He was only hindered by the hedgehog's reluctance to actually go inside of the building. Only a little while further and he might invoke the exact type of reaction that he wanted from the blue hedgehog. One could say that the point of the exercise was to scare him 'straight'. Have the constant fear of being sent to this horrible place in his head so he'd do his best to do everything and anything to please him. He'd already have seen the alternative. It was a shame that he didn't get to experience the alternative for himself before getting here. Then maybe he wouldn't have whipped him so much before this point.

" Hm ... " Now he seemed to be considering the idea. Scourge tugged the leash forward so he could tap the bottom of his chin thoughtfully. " I said that I intended on trading you in for a better slave. Though I'm sure that any slave would serve me better then you have I have a specific tastes. There might not be anythin' I like inside here. " Scourge was very, very, picky about the slaves that he took for his personal slave. All of his personal pleasure slaves had been male and three of them had been hedgehogs. They were all around his age, too. He didn't want a slave that was too old or too young.

After considering it for a few more seconds he suddenly pushed forward with another tug. " I guess if they don't have anything in stock I like I'll just take a Rain Check or Store Credit. " In that case he'd only be worried about Sonic not being worth enough to even buy a chew toy! It seemed like he was at least intent on going inside to look around. The way he was tugging and pulling on the leash suggested that he was willing to drag him inside as well. There was no way he was staying out here in the lot. He'd be stolen for certain.

They were going to have a massive tug of war on the way to the door that Scourge intended on winning. Once they struggled around the corner to the front they can see that the -interior- of the store was not as horrific as the site outside. The showroom floor was reserved for the sale of slave supplies rather then slaves themselves. Collars, leashes, tags, restraints, gags, leathers, clothing, food, and a mountain of toys (suggestive and otherwise) were neatly stacked on the shelves like a regular detail store. There were employees even working the floor making sure that the store shelves were well stocked and organized. Sonic may notice one thing about the showroom workers if he stared hard enough.


All of the showroom workers were slaves.


" Ah! There you are! " A voice from behind the counter called.

An older echidna approached them with a modest smile on his lips. Judging by his black clothing and the style of his dress he seemed to be related to the Marauders; the people who destroyed Knothole. He did not have the same fur color as them though. This echidna's fur was a snowy shade of white and his eyes were ... well ... " Your twenty minutes late for your appointment. " He tsked.


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Scourge thumbed to the reluctant slave behind him to that. " It can't be helped. "

The echidna looked over the Master's shoulder to the slave. His eyes seemed to hint of wicked intent. No doubt they were judgmental but there was something more sinister there as well. His glare may have been cold and hard but his voice was filled with a particular warmth. " Well you were right about one thing in your description. His looks are passable. " That is to say that he's attractive. " None the less he looks scrawny. Maybe even a little sickly. "

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It seemed like a good lead in for his trick. " Yeah ... " He gave his friend a hinting look. " That's why I want to trade him. " Wink. Wink.


For a moment the echidna looked surprised. Then he caught the meaning of the wink. " Ah. " He gasped softly. " Yes. Yes. I suppose you should trade him in for a more efficient model. "

OOC Notes:

- Nothing today. We're just going officially public tomorrow.

Will fix up the intro post in the meantime.
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There were many slaves to look at for this charade to go as long as possible. All kinds of species from different towns all over the world. It was the easiest place to find a slave that was right for a specific master. Though pleasing Scourge would be the hard part. It was anyone's guess.

One slave in particular may have caught Scourge's eye. Maybe because of his fur color that greatly stood out even if it was matted with dirt, or his strange quill pattern, another hedgehog was working in the store. He (or it) was currently straightening out various shelves of merchandise, wincing every now and then at the toys. Even he knew that this was barbaric. But he was a slave, he had no say in anything. Giving Scourge and Sonic a nervous look with his golden eyes before quickly turning back around after being spotted. Royalty was something the hedgehog would rather not get mixed up in. He felt sorry for that blue hedgehog.

Though technically not for sale, the slave could be bought with the right price and social status.

(Post is short, sorry ._.; )
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Sonic did his best to resist him the entire way inside the place. He did not make it easy at all and refused to be tempted aside from dragged. The blue hedgehog was fast, but Scourge seemed a little bit stronger. Perhaps he's had more practice working those specific muscles; whereas in Knothole, Sonic fought very little in his village. If he did, it wasn't anything serious. He'd have to catch him off guard, then maybe he could pull on his leash hard enough in a jolt of speed, maybe then he could get away! The last thing he wanted was to be sold to somebody else. But the chances of them rivaling Scourge's capabilities were slim, right? Sonic could outrun anyone else, he was sure.

As they finally made it inside, Sonic looked around in a huff, bitter that he managed to pull him all the way in. The interior really wasn't as bad though. It reminded him a lot of a small pet shop he used to visit in Knothole. They didn't sell very many things, but some of the items were very similar that they sold here. How offensive!

Keeping on his toes, Sonic's ears pinned and his spines rose high. He looked highly controversial as the white echidna approached, a bit taken aback by the look in those crazed eyes, but he did well to mask it. Hearing the old man confirm Scourge's intentions only made him more jumpy. Those vibrant emeralds just dared him to try to touch him; for either of them to try to force him into one of those kennels.
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" Yeah. This one right here isn't exactly what I thought he'd be. " Sonic's current stance only served to further his point. It was easy to paint him up as some sort of stubborn wild animal when he looked about ready to take someone's hand off. A stranger's hand at that. " He eats too much, he sleeps 'till noon, he attacked me, and he won't call me by my title. " Scourge explained while feigning irritation in his voice.

The echidna looked at the agitated hedgehog questionably. " He attacked you multiple times? You should have broken his hand the first time he strikes at you! That's the only way they'll learn, really. " Were his words a jest or just the way things were in the Kingdom? While more hardened Masters really did break bones over certain offenses it was not commonplace to break the hands or feet of a slave. A crippled slave wouldn't be able to do their job well. Then again it could act as assurance that the slace do their job right the first time.

" Why don't you take a look around? Yesterday we had an unexpected shipment of fresh stock. " He may have been referred to the recently enslaved people of Knothole. Or maybe not. Maybe multiple villagers were hit hard under the King's orders. " Then again you may be in the mood for something a little less feral after your prior experience. "


Scourge wasn't too interested in checking out the stock in the Kennels. To be honest he really hadn't come here with intentions of replacing Sonic. He and the echidna both knew that this trip was merely to fit Sonic for his custom collar. Yet a trip into the backroom was a tempting possibility. To add an air of drama around it they could even put Sonic away in one of those Kennels for a few minutes. Anything to wring out that bad attitude of his. It wasn't very attractive at all!

Ah, but something caught his eye on the showroom floor. The lighting fell on the golden eyes of a timid looking white hedgehog at just the right angle to catch his attention. Those eyes were something else. Might be worth a closer look.

The white hedgehog wouldn't be able to get back to their work after turning around. " Hey! " He barked at the hedgehog to try and get his attention. When he turned around this time he gave the slave a silent command. The gesture was a sharp, clicking, snap. Any seasoned slave knew what that meant. It was one of the most basic commands. The equivalent to 'Come'. The Lord wanted him to stop his work to come immediately.
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Sonic felt rather proud of all of that. Like a mischievous kid. While he might be regarded as some angry animal; however, he had every right to be. Considering their eccentric view of others, he was wild in every sense of the word. A free spirit that could not be caged easily and another fact he was rather arrogant of.

Still, that mask he wore wasn't doing him any favors, and Finitevus's advice made him skittish. The blue hedgehog was obviously distressed about his and Scourge's outing, and had yet to say a thing to either of them. He looked more or less ready to run, duck or cover at their next action, whatever that might be.

Overly cautious, Sonic was a little startled when Scourge turned his attention to someone else, making a funny noise. His ears rose up as he cocked his head, confused briefly before he realized he had his sights on somebody else. No one he recognized.
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The sudden command actually made all the slaves in the store turn around and stand to attention, not sure who exactly it was directed it. The white hedgehog's ears drooped when he realized that Scourge was talking to him. So he'd been spotted. The command registered in his head immediately. Having been born into slavery, he knew most of the simple commands and motions by heart. Almost like a robot that was given an order, he walked over to the young lord, head hung low. He'd learned the hard way not to resist and hesitate.

"Y-yes...sir?" Unable to call Scourge "master" (that title belonged to Finitevus at the moment). "H-how may this slave assist you?"
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Heh. It worked. Nice to see that someone listened to him.

Scourge thought nothing of handing his friend Sonic's leash for a moment. The motion didn't have much meaning aside from freeing his hands for a moment to do a more thorough examination. It was only in the seconds afterwards did he realize that this may seem like the proposed Trade-Off going down. His friend could have just dragged Sonic in the back from there. Sonic shouldn't underestimate him. Though he looked frail he was much stronger then he looked.

Meanwhile he decided to take a look at the other slave. He cupped the side of his head to force his head upwards. Needed to take a good look at his face and those eyes and he couldn't do that with someone too shy to even look at him. " He's cute, too. " The Lord remarked to his current owner. " His features are different from ours ... "


The market owner took a firm hold of the blue hedgehog's leash. Having dealt with agitated slaves on a daily basis he knew that the situation could turn from decent to worst in a matter of seconds. If this one tried to buck him he would be struck down. Having known Lord Hedgehog for most of his life he knew that Scourge wouldn't have minded if he took justice into his own hands from time to time.

Sonic would go almost completely ignored as he tried to sell the Lord on another slave. Though they were friends he was also a businessman. It'd make his day to make a sell this early in the morning. " This one has some good breeding. He was born into the trade. "


He could tell. It was difficult to find someone who looked like this just walking around free. Scourge considered it deeply before remembering his original business here. That's right. They were supposed to be getting a collar and some restraints. Now was as good a time as ever to do at least that.

So he would address the white furred hedgehog directly. " Yeah. You can go get some things for me. A leather leash, a chained leash, a blank heart tag, and a blank diamond tag. Put them on the counter over there for us. " The one in the back of the store for checkout. They'll be over there shortly. Those tags were the metal ones that were placed on the front of proper collars. Only one was put on the front of each collar ... so why was he getting two?

Scourge then looked back at his friend. " How much? "


The echidna was surprised at his abruptness. He almost didn't have a number ready. " Seventy five hundred. "

Then he gestured towards Sonic. " How much with a trade-in? "

" Seven thousand. "
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Sonic observed the slave as he wandered over. He wasn't sure of Scourge's intentions until he really started to look over the white hedgehog. Already did he suspect some kind of trade off. He must have found interest in the slave to ask him over like this, so it meant that... he quite possibly could be exchanged. If only he realized he was about to turn in his brother to the markets! ...Which still begged the question, would that matter? For if it did, he would have told him immediately before.

Taking his mom's concern into consideration, he decided it was best in the end that he stayed quiet. He had no way of understanding why his parents did all of this, but he hoped that one day, he'd somehow figure it out.

This could make it a lot harder if he was serious. Scourge asking Finitevus about the trade-in made his heart nearly skip a beat. Fortunately for the old doctor, Sonic hadn't tried to get away just yet. He was pretty confident that he could push him aside easily unlike Scourge. Biding his time, Sonic didn't realize he was holding his breath as it became Scourge's turn to talk again. If he said something himself, it'd just be to voice his frustration over how little he amounted to in the end. In fact, it was just downright insulting!
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He was obedient to say the least. The white hedgehog offered no resistance as Scourge looked him over, though blushing slightly at that "cute" comment. Certainly a new character trait for him. At Scourge's command, he nodded. "Yes sir. I'll get the items you requested right away." Backing away slightly before turning around and going to the specific shelves. He knew exactly where everything was in the store. When you worked here for a number of years, it was only natural. Going to the front of the store for the collars (meant to be the first thing people see when they walk in) and right next to those shelves were the tags. He questioned to himself why the young lord would want two. Maybe he already had another slave. Whatever, it wasn't his place to pry.

He came back to where they were just as Scourge was discussing prices. But for what? Seven thousand? What in the world was he buying?
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Guess. " Yeah. I think I'll take 'im. " Cute and well mannered. What more could he ask for? " Take it out the House Account along with some custom collars. Need an extra for the lesser House Slaves we got in yesterday's transaction. " That wasn't true but Sonic didn't know that. He needed a good excuse to be buying two collars instead of just one right until the very end. He didn't want Sonic to think for a second that he was going to be able to go back with him until it actually happened.

Scourge started towards the counter. He had one more thing to look through before checkout. While there were regular collars up in the front for the poorer set he never put one of those around his own slaves' necks. There were some nicer materials for collars hanging out of the customer's reach behind the counter. The shop owner could use those materials to make a nice custom made collar in a matter of minutes, he knew. Already he was looking over the base materials trying to pick out a good combination.


He followed behind Scourge without any hesitation. Since he still held the leash he expected Sonic to follow. If he refused to follow he'd get quite a shock. A stubborn slave could be fixed with a sharp pulse of energy sent through the leash to the collar to give him something that felt akin to an electric shock. It was something he could do without putting much thought into it. Since he was a Marauder he didn't take too well to insubordination. In his youth he was considered an excellent Trainer. Go figure with powers like that.

The echidna lead him over to the counter and tethered him to a ring embedded on the side. A testing glare towards the hedgehog urged him to stay right where he was. No doubt he could tag him with a stronger shock before he reached the door. After securing what was presumably his 'new' slave he went behind the counter to dig the tags out the basket. " What do you want on these? "


" Um ... " He looked towards the white hedgehog. Might as well spill the beans. " Hey you. Whitey. You're going home with me. You have a name or somethin' or do you want me to run with that? " Admittedly he wasn't the best when it came to thinking up names.
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So he was going to be bought by royalty. Must have jinxed it or something. Ears pinned back as Scourge asked the question, one he wasn't even too sure of the answer himself. Never really given a name, only things his previous masters had called him. "I-I'm called Silver, sir..." Or was it master now? Not wanting to upset his current master, the hedgehog, or Silver, did not dare speak any more than that. He could see that the blue hedgehog had already agitated Finitevus and Silver didn't want to get mixed up in it. Even this early in the morning, he'd already been punished twice.

Golden eyes never dared to look up at the two masters, feeling unworthy, but throwing a look of sympathy at the blue hedgehog. It was completely obvious that Sonic wasn't broken like most other slaves. Now Sonic was being traded in for him, so they were led to think. Awkward...
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Sonic did not just tug at his leash when Scourge made his decision. The blue hedgehog panicked. Locking eyes briefly with the other slave, it was not pity he asked for. If not for his own dilemma, he would have been feeling sympathetic for him instead. He had to make his own decision now, however; it was either wait patiently and hope for the best, or take action.

As Finitevus started to pull him over towards the counter, it was only unfortunate he didn't give the leash a testing tug first. While the others' attention seemed to be on the white hedgehog, Sonic's was focused towards the exit. The intent in his eyes was obvious; but would anyone catch on until it was too late?

Sonic suddenly curled forward, spinning himself at a rapid pace. He left deep scratches and skid marks against the floors when he suddenly jolted forward like a cannon. Perhaps he would be stopped by a strong enough electrical current, but Sonic's frustration with this scenario would not go ignored, one way or the other.
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The sudden action was enough to rip the ring and its container right out the side of the counter abruptly. Pieces of marble were sent where on that side. It was also a good idea to make sure that the chunk of marble attached to the end of the leash didn't accidentally hurt anyone. Finitevus' first priority was to make sure that didn't happen. A hand went up and snapped to one side. While nowhere near as proficient in the ability as a certain white hedgehog was in the art (in fact he learned this trick from him) he was able to prevent the chain and marble from hitting Scourge and Silver with a burst of energy that sent it in the opposite direction.

Then his fist clenched. The hedgehog was not getting away -


" Yo Fin! " He tried to get his attention so he could shake his head. No need in wrecking up the store any further to cause even more damage that he'd have to pay for. Just his abrupt call alone would give Sonic enough time to make it to the door. " I ... erm ... " Now how did he go about explaining that. One of the Lord's ears tweaked awkwardly. " I'll pay for the damage to the counter, and the floor, and the door, and to whatever else he ruined. No biggie. " Scourge would have been more worried if he and Lord Finitevus actually got into a confrontation about this. He'd have to pay for all of the collateral damage out of his own pocket. Already he was running down his own personal allotment for the month with all of these elaborate purchases. Jules was going to be furious.

Scourge actually had a plan in regards to Sonic and he wasn't going to defer from it even though the situation had grown bad. His plan was simple. One way or the other he was going to make Sonic realize how much he wanted to be with him. Originally the plan was to add on the pressure and make him beg for another chance. Now with this newer development he'd be out in the streets alone without his collar, liscence, or an accurate description that would help lead him back to his Master. If Sonic wanted to make it back to the estate he'd have to do so on his own free will. Scourge wasn't going to baby the whiny baby any longer.


Lord Finitevus' Marauder boiled at the thought of actually allowing a slave to get away even for a good reason. It made his fur stand on end. Still he would not question the younger Lord's judgment. If Sonic really were his slave through that last transaction he'd be in a world of pain for even thinking that he could escape his clutches.

Finitevus had to take a nice deep breathe to calm himself. " He's completely wild. " He scolded his friend as he reached for some forms behind the counter. They were passed to Scourge. The paper on top wae the writing to go on the tags he'd be making. The bottom papers were a copy of Silver's slave documents that would have to be run through the registry to make the trade official. It'd tell him everything he needed to know about the white hedgehog. " You shouldn't have allowed that animal in public until he was broken let alone free among the general population. He's strong enough to really hurt someone and when he does ... " It'll be on his head.


Scourge knew that much, but he had to get his priorities straight. In the very least he wanted to send Silver home before he went to chase down that son of a bitch. He didn't want to strand his new slave without a means to get home. " Yeah. Yeah. I got it. I'll catch 'im if he isn't smart enough to make it back on his own. "

Now he spared a glance at Silver. " Master. " First he corrected his speech. " I'm Master Scourge from the House Hedgehog in Moebotropolis. You won't have to remember all that, though. I'll just put it on your tag. Thinking about giving you a nice White Collar. " That meant that Silver would no longer have to worry about brutalized by anyone but his Master from now on.

And Sonic? He'd get a black one.


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Collars for Reference: Had this done last night so I won't have to do it later.

- Sonic's: http://raptureleather.com/images/collars/classicslaveheart.jpg
The black one at the top. Since it is a custom fit there's only one knot.
There's a thin later of velvet padding on the inside for comfort.

- Silver's: http://www.wild4pets.co.uk/images/dimante_white1.jpg
Same deal as Sonic's. Since it is a custom fit there's only one knot.
There's a thin later of velvet padding on the inside for comfort.
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"Y-yes, master..." He corrected himself immediately but he dared not call Scourge by his first name as well. Too unworthy. A little startled when Sonic dashed right past him at a speed he never thought possible. Scourge didn't seem very concerned though. Did he really not want Sonic? Silver couldn't fathom being so resilient to one's master. He was born into slavery and was taught to always obey. A law he was forced to live by that soon became second nature.

Speaking of his powers... "Master..." Silver spoke up again, shifting around nervously. "By your permission...and by the other master's permission..." Since Finitevus knew what he could do better than Scourge did. "This slave would gladly try to catch your runaway." The bracelets on his wrists served more purpose than decoration and used to attach to chains. They also served as a suppressant to his powers. Ones that the young master would know about should he bother to read the purchase papers. The accessories were a precaution Finitevus created just in case Silver did decide one day to try to escape, though it was unlikely.
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Whatever Scourge decided, it best be fast. Sonic had spun out of there like a bat out of hell. He practically broke through the door and must have surprised a dozen of slaves or customers that just happened to be nearby. Quite the spectacle he made! Now he knew he had to get out of there while he could, though his immediate destination was unknown.

Sonic knew this could lead to troule but his impulsive energy got the better of him. Nerves on end, heart thumping like mad, he was just desperate to separate himself from this situation. What he wanted to do was track down his parents and find them, get some answers; but while Scourge may have suspected he'd come back at some point, willingly, there was no way. Sonic was sure if he did he'd be executed for such blatant disregard of his position.

He only unwound when he was outside to make a run for it on foot from there.
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Lord Finitevus knew more about Silver's potential then his new Master did. In that boy laid an incredible power that needed to be checked to ensure the safety of any Master. It was part of the reason he'd been reluctant to sell this perfectly tamed slave in the first place. A normal Master could have been completely overpowered by him. He may have been far from normal but even he didn't stand a certain chance against the younger hedgehog. He sold Silver to Scourge because he felt the other Lord had grown strong enough to handle himself in a battle.

A demonstration of this power may be in order for his new Master. " This slave has a remarkable power. I think it's best to simply demonstrate his power rather then explain it. " Finitevus took the liberties of undoing the locks on Silver's wrists to allow power to flow through him smoothly one more. The process was done manually without asking the white hedgehog's permission with the use of pin locks. He'd give the pin lock to Scourge while Silver did his thing. " I'll allow it, but you have to get permission from your Master also. "


More surprising then Sonic trying to make a run for it (Which wasn't surprising at all) was Silver's willingness to help catch him. His ears perk to fully take in this new information. Something more? Well that could be interesting. Scourge quickly moved behind the counter to retrieve some restraints. " Here. " He threw them towards Silver. They were a special kind of wrist and ankle restrain that wasn't much different then what Silver was wearing already. They also restricted the flow of power in a mobian's body to render them weak. " When and if you catch them put these restraints on 'im. Should make it easier for you to bring him back. "

He also had to take into account the possibility that Silver would use this opportunity to run, too. To nip that in the bud he imposed a time limit. " Come on back if you can't catch him in five minutes. I don't want to go out lookin' for you, too. " Scourge wouldn't follow Silver right off the bad. The green hedgehog would trust his new slave to take care while he finished his business. A Master should be able to depend on their slave getting the job done without their Master hovering over their shoulder. It took a certain level of trust to get to the point where a Master would leave a slave completely alone and loose, however. Scourge trusted that anything Finitevus kept was tame. That's the only reason why he was willing to give Silver a chance immediately.

" Bring him to the limo idling in the alleyway. I'll be out shortly. "


OOC: Brownie points if you catch him in a creative matter. xD
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OOC: Uh yeah, don't count on it XD; *ish not that creative*

It felt nice to have those cuffs off his wrists for the first time in...what, years? Silver rubbed his chafed wrists gently before feeling his power flow through him. That hadn't happened in a while either. It took him a moment to compose himself and get used to it. He nodded to his new owner and previous one. "I understand." Taking the cuffs meant for the blue hedgehog he was supposed to capture, Silver quickly ran out the door. Not at all as fast as Sonic but quick enough to put him in range. He hadn't made it far, lucky for Silver. The white hedgehog only had five minutes. Hopefully that was enough time.

It was easy to spot Sonic but he'd prefer to do this as discretely as possible. Pressing himself against the side of a building, hidden from most views, Silver held out both of his hands. His body was suddenly enveloped in a blue glow. Closing his eyes, concentrating, he was a little rusty at this. But it seemed to work. Sonic would find himself enveloped in the same blue glow. Its intentions were less than friendly.

Not only stopping him in his tracks, Silver lifted Sonic a few feet off the ground. Wincing a little when he saw the blue hedgehog helplessly try to get away. He honestly didn't want to do this but it was his duty as a slave to appease his master. That meant catching runaway slaves. Silver then pulled his arms back, bringing Sonic along with it until he was positioned right in front of Silver. Setting him back on the ground but still allowing him no movement for his next step. The wrist and ankle cuffs were soon applied to Sonic's body. Silver couldn't look him in the eye while he worked. "I'm sorry...about this."
Edited by Silver the Hedgehog, Nov 20 2009, 03:26 PM.
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Sonic didn't anticipate getting caught so quickly once he actually made it outside. At first, it didn't seem that Scourge was going to follow. He thought that was a bit strange, but what became even more peculiar was the bizarre energy he felt around his body, stopping him in his tracks.

Sonic's eyes widened. He thought he might be dizzy with the adrenaline rush. It was something he used to love, running dangerously fast just to feel his heart pounding in his chest; but fear represented his features far more than excitement or joy.

"Wh-What?" How was this even happening? What was going on? Suddenly finding himself being pulled back in the previous direction, Sonic was turned around only to meet with the meek slave from before. Was he... How?

"What's going on? How are you doing this?" Sonic was not used to seeing such incredible powers. He thought it was strange that Scourge seemed to share his, but not after learning he was his brother. Just who was THIS guy?

"N-No! Wait! Please, just let me go." Sonic begged, eyes pleading as he started to put on the restraints, body squirming desperately to try to escape, but to no avail. After pulling a stunt like that, he was almost certain he'd be killed. If not severely maimed. "You don't have to do this. Please..." Sonic's ears drooped, wincing as the cuffs were finally applied, and feeling his energy being sapped from his system. He gradually felt weaker, and knew then that it was all over.
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His questions were ignored. Silver knew the other would figure it out sooner or later, not that it really mattered. How was he doing this? Actually, he had no idea himself. An ability he was just born with. His previous masters thought it was an astounding power but soon grew to fear it, selling him away to Lord Finitevus when he was still a child. It was only then when the cuffs had been made and applied. Having to use his psychokinesis was a rare occurrence nowadays.

"The master commands it. I have to do this," was all he said before applying the last suppressant to Sonic's ankle. Now that he was sufficiently weakened, it was easy to take him back. Those cuffs had worked like a charm. With little to no effort, Silver led him back to the limo. "I'm sorry..." Repeated words before gently pushing Sonic into view. "Master. I've brought back your slave." A little over five minutes but at least he got the job done.
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