'Is... is this it,' Tails asks, looking up at me, clutching my hand in his. He's shivering. So cute. So small. So... vulnerable. I kneel down, moving my face closer to his, smiling.
'Now, Tails... what did we say about talking?.' He flinches. Turns, slightly. Perhaps thinking to run? I grab his throat. So small... so fragile... I could break it so easily, and he knows this. My smile widens. Like a predator and prey. 'Pets don't speak, Tails.'
'I'm sorry!,' he screams out. He panics. Covers his mouth with his hand. He spoke, again. A lapse in judgement.
I let out a small 'tut' sound as I pull him closer to me with my left hand and make a fist with my right, before driving it into his solar plexus. He goes down on his knees instantly. He'd vomit, but his stomach is empty.
'Why did you make me do this?,' I ask, staring down at his form, quivering with fear. I reach down to his collar. Its blue, like Sonic, his best friend. I'm so kind to my pet, I think to myself, as I lower myself slightly to rub the collar, then grab it and drag him to his bowl.
'Eat,', I command, as I step on him, driving my hell slightly into his back.
'You'll need your energy for tonight'

'Eat up, Tails!', she says, beaming. Tails is so cute! CUTE!!! It took all her willpower not to just push him down right now. But no, first he needs to eat! Meat! Fried hedgehog! She smiled to herself. How lucky! She found a hedgehog right outside! A nice shiny pink one. And as a bonus, she got a cute dress to wear. What a good, happy day.
Tails wanted to vomit. He wanted to escape. He wanted to cry. He wanted to do many things, but did none. Already tried them. Already got punished. His leg hurt. Shackles dug into his skin. Fur mattered around it. He picked up his fork, then tried to stab into the meat infront of him. Hand shaking. He dropped the fork.
'Tails...'
He paniced, grabbed the fork and shoved it in, with what little might he had left. It was still bloody. And still had some spines... pink... Amy? Tails vomitted immediately. He had nothing to vomit, but he still did so. Threw up his own soul. Nothing left. He was barely aware when the whip struck him, when he was fed by spoon, when he was dragged to his room.
Limp, like a doll.

'YAY!', yelled tails, as he saw Cream approach him with his cake. It was a big cake! For a big boy! She sat down and, using a spoon, scooped a little up.
'Eat up!', she yelled.
Tails opened his mouth, waited, then ate it with a glomp. It was tasty! So tasty!
He felt a hard smack against his head.
'Wake up', she called.
Oh. Right. That was a dream. Tails groggily rubbed his eyes. His fur was soaked in his tears, tattered. He was a mess.
'Its dinner time!', she continued, staring at him with eyes stuck between love and obsession. She smiled. A smug smile. A smile that told him "you will never leave here".
She lifted a fork to his mouth, carrying a piece of pie. He was scared to think of what was in this one. Who was in it. He gulped, then opened his mouth.
She gently rubbed his head as she fed him, smiling contendedly, but with that same dark look in her eyes, then took him by his hand to get washed.
Tails didn't like being washed. He wasn't clean, not anymore. She made sure of that. Every part of him she dirtied. He could scrub all day and he'll never be clean again. He held back his tears as he trembled feeling her flesh against his fur.
'All clean!', she said, with a happy smile, as she pulled him in for a kiss. 'Ah, ah, ah. Tails... open your mouth...'
He complied. He knew what would happen if he didn't.
'So cute!' she thought to herself.

She walks with a smile. Step by step, glancing behind her with a smile. Behind her, attached to a leash, crawls Tails. On all 4's. Tails lowered.
'What's wrong, Doggy?', she asked.
Tails flinched. Fear and confusion. How should he reply? He's a dog, dog's dont' speak.
'Tails?', she repeated.
'Arf, arf!' he barked out. Like a dog. Smiling, drooling, wagging his tail. A good dog. Outside, he was sunshine. Inside, he was dead.
She turned on her heel, then began walking again, making sure to look back, to make sure her dog remains happy. He must have been lonely because she hadn't given him attention in some time. Suddenly, she turned. Walked the other way. But Tails kept walking forward, obvlivious.
'Heel', she commanded.
Tails lowered his Tails. He stared deeply into the floor. He's supposed to follow her lead. She turns, he turns. Its so simple. But he can't concentrate. His hands hurt, his knee hurts, his mind hurts. He wasn't made to crawl on all 4's. He's a fox, not a dog.
She let out a long, deep sigh as she took off her belt. 'Looks like someone needs more discipline'

Tails! Look! Its all your cute expressions!
....
I said look, Tails.
.....
Sigh
Unconcious, really? Wake up!
.....
After a few swift kicks to his soft, fluffy tummy, Tails finally wakens with a pained scream and a cry for mercy.
Look, Tails!
He looks. He looks so happy. He reaches for the picture, the one at the bottom, center, 'top'. A picture of power.
She kicks him in the back of the skull.
Thump
She smiles as she takes out her camera, takes a few pictures, then adds one of them to a second list of expressions. This one is labeled 'blacked out'.
There were many more expressions to cover. 'running', 'crying', 'dog', etc.
It was going to be such a fun day!

'Uuuuuuh, so cute'
'Thanks!', says Tails, beaming with a smile
She immediately kicked him in the face.
'Ow!', he screamed, while trying to push himself up. 'That was ru-'
She connected again with her foot, knocking him down again. She swiftly walked forward and lifted her leg.
'No...'. Tails covered his face with his arms and tails, flinching in terror, as her foot came down again. And again. And again.
He woke up later, alone. Dark. It was dark. It smelled, but he couldn't place the smell. He tried to move, but he couldn't move. His legs were chained to something. In 3 directions. Pulled taught away from each other on each side, with the third pulled above him. It wasn't uncomfortable unless he tried to move, but when he did, the pain quickly made him change his decision.
'Sniff... Sniff...'. He laid in that darkness for an untold time, alone, barely able to see or do anything, when he heard it.
'Click'.
The lights came on. Blinding. He covered his face again, waiting... but nothing happened.
He uncovered his eyes, looked into the light, adjusting. The woman was there, but by her side was Sonic.
'Surprise!', yelled a voice that, while similar to Sonic's, was not the same.
His eyes continued to adjust.
The woman walked towards him and Sonic... floated. He did not walk. He bobbed up, then slammed odwn.
His eyes by this point adjusted enough to see strings holding up Sonic. Sonic's corpse.
From behind her back on the other side, the woman pulled out a knife. She smiled. It was a warm smile. Tails felt warm when the knife cut into him. Warm, wet, then cold.
'My very own Tails doll!', yelled the woman with a smile, to people who only existed to her perception.

"Oh no, Tails, what's wrong!"
sniff
sniff
(he sniffles, its very cute)
"I..."
Sniff
"I... can't sleep"
He rubs his eyes, looks up at her, then sniffles some more. Its very cute!
She moves closer to him, places her hand on his head and gently rubs it
"Why not?", she asks, continuing to rub away his pain
"I can't say....", he said with another, very cute, little sniffle, "its a secret"
She smiled and crouched down, placing her hand under his chin, moving his gaze to meet hers, smiling.
"You can tell me, I'm good with secrets"
Tails seemed conflicted. He looked around to make sure no one is close. He pulled her closer, moved his mouth to her ear, then whsipered
"I need a good nights kiss"
After saying this he quickly darted away to his bed, covering his face with his toy. He whispered something else, but she couldn't make it out. She approached him slowly, gently moved his toy, then pulld his face to face hers again. Despite his orange fur, his face was red. His breath was heavy. She moved in, giggling, then planted a small kiss on his forehead.
He placed his face back into his toy, shaking back and forth, like a little girl with her first crush. She licked her lips, pulled down the toy, then gave him another. And rather than allowing him to retreat again, she kept hold of the toy, then moved to his ear herself. She whispered:
"Do you want to feel an adults kiss?"

She looked down at Tails, who was happily eating his meal. Pudding for her pudding! How quaint.
He spooned it into his mouth, bit by bit, smiling, content. It was really good pudding.
'Pudding?', she asked
He went to reply but remembered his mouth was full and ate his words. This made him cough a little
'How cute!', she thought to herself. 'Do you want any more pudding?'
Tails nodded, and she brought him some more pudding.

NON-TAILS

'Shhhh', she whispered, while gently caressing him. 'Relax.'
Sonic, of course, could not speak. 'MMMPH', 'MMMMM' and variations of these noises were about all the noise he could make.
Amy breathed in slowly to calm her nerves. She grabbed his leg.
'MMMMMPPPHHHHHHH!' he screamed into his gag as she slowly and painfully bent his leg in the wrong direction.
'This is your fault, Sonic', she said. 'You made me feel again, but you didn't fix my programming'. 'Do you think I want to do this?'
He continued to scream as he heard his bones break, tendons rip, blood drip.
She walked over to his torso, reached down, stoked his cheek with one hand. She clenched her other hand into a fist. With one swift, powerful strike, she broke him. Right into the solar plexus. He heard his spine break. Snap. Felt it. Screamed, as much as he can.
Rusty's face was wet. Tears. She's not programmed to feel these. Sonic did this. Made her feel bad for what she's doing. She was sad, but also angry. Why couldn't he just leave her alone, unfeeling? Her anger took over and when it subsided, she found both her arms around his neck. Crushed. Sonic was dead.

'Ah, ah, ah'. Come to mommy. Come on. Good boy!'
Shadow smiles. Beaming so bright the sun would turn away lest it be burnt.
She smiles back, reaches down and places her hand on his head. Stroke, stroke. 'What a cute little baby boy.', she thinks to herself. She pauses.
'Mother', he speaks. 'What is wrong?'
She looks down at him. She crouches. She places both hands on the side of his head and leans in. She breathes in heavily. Soaks it in. His essence. 'Haaaah...'. She lets out a deep sigh. She really wants to rape him. Just push him down, sit on him and start riding. But she knows he's too young... forever too young. A flower too ripe for picking.
'Mother...?', he askes, confused.
'I'm sorry Shadow, mother has to go to her special place, to take care of her special place, stay here and play with your lego'.
She leaves him alone in his room, full of good toys for good boys.

Kit gulped. His throat felt dry. It wasn't; he had an entire river on his back. Yet it felt dry. He messed up.
'I'm waiting', called Surge.
He gulped again. He failed to show up to one of her fights, again. She got ganged up on, again. This was his fault. He's supposed to help her, its his only purpose, but he can't get it right. He steeled his nerves, then opened the door.
'Tch'. She looked annoyed. She always looked annoyed, but this time she looked especially annoyed. He could see electric in her eyes. He could see pain in his future. He was scared, but he couldn't disobey her. That would hurt more than anything she could do... that's what he thought.
He approached her, head down, tail down, ears down. Tears in his eyes. He tried to speak up, but the words didnt' come out.
She patted him on the head.
He looked up at her, confused, but hopeful. Did she forgive him? Is she no longer mad?
She smiled and pulled him in for a hug. Leaned in. Lifted his ear, then whispered to him.
'Leave and never come back'
He didn't know how to react. Rejection. She rejected him? He can be rejected? But he belongs to Surge. Its his entire purpose.
He screamed out, crying. 'I'm SORRY! I'm SO SORRY SURGE! I'll be better'
She looked at him, annoyed. 'Why are you still here? Can't even obey a single order? You really ARE useless'.
He looked down. Sniffed. Turned. Then walked. And walked. And walked. Never to be seen again.

Crunch
' '
Sonic screamed out in pain. Tried to. Nothing came out. Not even a wheeze. His voice was gone. Lungs which could allowed him to traverse the world 3 times over without a hint of a struggle found themselves unable to carry his voice.
'Again?', asked that dull, robotic voice, without a hint of emotion.
'Again!' , cried 5 voices in unison.
A particularly childlike one screamed: 'Operation 3!'
The figures nodded in unison.
Rusty Rose reached down, patting Sonic on his cheek. He teared up slightly at the percieved affection. He would ask 'Amy?' if he had a voice to do so.
This, of course, meant they weren't done.
She clamped down on his mouth, forcing it open, then grasped one of his teeth.
He closed his eyes and waited for it, that distinctive 'pop' and even more pain.
One by one, pop by pop, until they were all gone. She then presented them to him, before crushing them into dust.
She turned to her masters and asked, 'Again'?
The 5 shadowed figures showed 5 bright, crescent shaped smiles as they yelled out in unison, 'AGAIN!'