Loner

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Loner

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Darkhaven3

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Harley: RAWR, I understand perfectly. And for plot purposes no, Amy has no weapons to defend herself. It’s happened before.

Darkhaven: Yeah, a defenceless woman in a dark alleyway. Just perfect for this sort of fic, don’t you agree?

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Chapter Three: Prisoner

It was very early morning, and Amy lay restless, in Knuckles' bed, his body half on top of hers. The last three days had been a combination of agony, and waiting for that agony. And while the novelty of having a sex slave seemed to have worn off Knuckles, he certainly hadn't grown tired of her. What scared her most was his unpredictability. He might be careful and gentle with her, and it would be almost enjoyable, or he might get angry for any or no reason at all, and that was when he'd make her scream. And he’d change these moods almost like the flick of a switch. So far, nobody had come to see Knuckles to tell him she was missing, and she was starting to understand a little how he felt. It didn't make her any less eager to get away though.

Knuckles stirred a bit on top of her, rolling off from on top a bit. A few seconds later, he woke, "Ah... Sleep ok, Amy?" he asked. He didn't know why, but he was in a fairly good mood this morning.

Amy shifted away from him, "Until I woke up," she answered, non-commitedly.

Knuckles smiled slightly and started to climb on top of her again, rubbing himself, “Let’s see if I can make you feel any better,” he said.

Amy moaned in despair and tried to pull away from him, but he forced his way into her with a grunt of pleasure, forcing himself in and out of her hard, groping her breasts hard as she wailed. She wasn’t struggling any more, but he was still excited by her cries of fear.

“Knuckles… please…” Amy moaned, “No… more…”

“Please? Please more?” Knuckles grinned wickedly, “If you insist.” He pushed in and out faster, holding her body tightly against his.

At the edge of the island, a certain white bat dressed all in black came to land, rubbing her large hands together in glee. Soon, the most perfect, most beautiful and biggest gem in the world would be hers. Oh sure, Knuckles had stopped her before, but he'd just got lucky. This time he was not going to stop her.

She had no idea she'd just set off a silent alarm.

Knuckles' gaze snapped away from Amy to a rather small monitor near the corner of the room; a light at the top of it blinked at regular intervals, and a small red dot on the monitor appeared. Someone set off the silent alarm...

Without thinking, he pulled out of her and rolled off the bed and onto his feet, and slipped his shoes back on as well as his gloves, "Somebody set off the fucking alarm... I'll be back."

Someone's here, Amy thought desperately, Somebody - anybody. It didn't matter who it was any more, they'd help her get off the island, away from this hellish place. She dressed so fast she put her underwear on backwards, and ran to the door. It was locked, and solid oak; she was unlikely to break it down. She ran to the window and started screaming out of it.

Meanwhile, Rouge was approaching the Master Emerald shrine. She thought she could hear something faint on the wind. Probably Knuckles. She'd better get moving.

Knuckles picked up a very light sound that was Amy's voice... He growled a bit as he approached Rouge, "So... You come for death or what, slut?" he said angrily, eyeing Rouge with an amazingly fierce glare.

"No, just the emerald," Rouge replied, "It's too beautiful to be up here on this draughty island with nobody to admire it but an uncultured swine. It should be where it'll be appreciated."

Knuckles' anger grew as she continued, and he continued his stare; he wouldn't attack... for now... "Say that one more time in my face and I swear to God I'll rip your fucking guts out and whip your ass with your own intestinal tract..."

"Oooh, I'm trembling in my steel-capped boots," Rouge mocked him. She started walking up the altar steps to take the Emerald. Once again, the vague voice echoed on the wind. This time she ignored it completely.

Without hesitating, Knuckles came and bashed her in the side of the face with his elbow, "You think I'm kidding, don't you..."

Rouge fell back onto her rear, "No, but I didn't think you'd hit a lady," she snapped, rubbing her cheek.

"Lady? Hah! You're just a jewel-thief, and you know what else? I think you're a filthy slut. So, I hereby hand you your own ass on a silver plate." He gave her a rough kick with his heel back down the altar steps, "Get off my fucking island. Now."

Rouge leapt to her feet, and flew back up the steps, kicking Knuckles in the chest once, twice, and a third time, finishing with a particuarly nasty Charlie Kick that sent him down the steps.

Knuckles hit the ground with a thud; he rubbed the side of his head a bit before climbing to his feet. "Time to die, bitch," he said, so softly that Rouge barely heard him, and he rushed up the steps with his arm pulled back and ready to punch.

Rouge barely blocked that attack, and the next punch sent her flying. She managed to break into flight before he hit the ground hard, and glared up at him. She could hear the voice again, but who cared about some whisper on the wind? "Faugh!" she snapped, "You're not worth my time. But the emerald is, so you know I'll be back!"

"See you in hell, skank," Knuckles said angrily, still staring at Rouge, strong malice obvious in his eyes and voice.

Rouge took to flight carefully, and left. Later she'd wonder about what she'd heard on the wind, but right now she was too angry to care.

Knuckles slowly walked back into the house he'd locked Amy up in, and said, "Sorry about that interruption... She was trying to steal the emerald again..."

Amy was staring out of the window as Rouge flew away, but she was no longer screaming. She slumped to the floor and gave up, "She didn't hear me," she said miserably.

"Faugh, that stupid whore only cares about the gems she steals, she probably wouldn't have cared anyway," Knuckles said matter-of-factly, taking his gloves back off and rubbing his bruised knuckles.

"No, she's a woman... if she'd heard it was me, she'd help..." Amy whispered.

"Think what you want..." Knuckles said as he walked over to the alarm monitor and pushed a small button on the side; the light stopped and the screen shut off. "In any case, she's gone now, and I hope for her sake she doesn't return."

"What, you care about whether you have to kick her ass or not?" Amy shook her head and curled up on the floor.

"I hope for her sake I don't have to gut her and serve her a heaping helping of her left lung," he said, the anger rising slowly in his voice; he was still a little sleepy, but shook it off as he cracked the knuckles in his left hand.

Amy stayed silent; Knuckles was rapidly changing his mood, and it could go either way at the moment. She had no desire to provoke him.

"Sorry... I'm still fucking mad at that bitch for trying the first time," he said, looking out the window and then to Amy. He could certainly go for a bit of her right now, "You up for another fucking?" He mentally hit himself in the stomach for asking her; he was holding her prisoner, for fuck's sake, he didn’t have to ask, he could just force it on her.

"Oh, no..." Amy moaned. She backed into the corner, her shoulder-blades trying to dig into the wall, "Please no..."

Knuckles backed away from her slightly, allowing her to quiver silently in the corner; he admittedly was getting a little tired of holding on to her, frightening her all the time, and he might even let her go soon, "Okay," he said simply.

Amy looked up, shocked. Knuckles was actually relenting... no, it had to be some sort of cruel trick, "Yeah, right," she whispered. To get any further into the corner, she'd have needed a square back.

"I'm serious," Knuckles continued, "Don't wanna do it? Fine, I've had enough for now." he then sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his head.

Amy stayed in the corner, hugging her knees tightly, watching him with wide eyes and trembling slightly, "Then let me go..." she whispered, "Please let me go... please..."

"...Maybe." He got up and went into the bathroom; he hadn't had a chance to take a piss yet.

Amy stayed in the corner. It was still early morning, and part of her wanted to get back into the more comfortable bed, but that was probably what Knuckles wanted too. Maybe... What did that mean?

As Knuckles vigorously brushed his teeth, he began to wonder; what would she tell everyone if he let her go now? Maybe it would be better to keep her, but not hurt her any longer... Instead, to show her around the island and let her see the better qualities of it...

He then spit in the sink and looked in the mirror at himself; he admitted, he did look pretty damn scary right now, with a menacing scowl still on his face from fighting Rouge, and dark circles under his eyes. He could see why Amy was scared of him; that, and a combination of him raping her, and maybe he should let her go now. It would be the right thing to do...

No. He had to keep her, at least for now, lest she make a true fugitive of him. He walked back into the bedroom after finishing his business in the bathroom and sat back in the same spot on the edge of the bed. "OK, I've decided... I'm still keeping you, but I promise to be more gentle," He then noted the irony of him being gentle towards someone who wouldn't trust him now if he said stars would be in the sky tonight; "Er..."

"Don't lie to me," Amy said bitterly, "Whatever you're going to do, get it over with now... STOP FUCKING TAUNTING ME!" she shouted suddenly, tears pricking her eyes.

"Alright, you asked for it," Knuckles said, angered, rolling her over forcefully and pulling down her pants and underwear, "You choose, then, ass or pussy?"

"You mean I even have a choice?!" Amy struggled against him, but after backing herself against a wall it was even harder to fight.

Knuckles was getting really mad now; "What? You mean you WANT me to ream you in the ass so hard it bleeds?" he growled, “Okay…”

"NO!" Amy screamed, "Oh please... no..." she managed, knowing that when Knuckles was like this, anything he did was going to hurt.

Knuckles ignored her and pushed into her anus forcefully, stretching her considerably, and began pumping roughly, gripping her hips. She began to wail in pain, somehow louder than when she'd vainly called to Rouge. There were no words, just desperate sobs in-between the screams. Fighting back was agonising, so she barely resisted. She felt as if she was being torn up inside.

“Stop, oh god stop," she pleaded with him, not even knowing why she was asking any more.

“There’s no god here,” Knuckles grunted, and continued without any pity or feeling for the young woman under him, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist and pulling her back against him. Finally he shoved inwards one last time, releasing everything he had inside of her, "You asked for it..." he said, breathing heavily.

No... I didn't... Amy thought weakly. Hot blood was trickling down her rear, "I knew you were lying..." she whispered.

"I wasn't lying, you told me to do what I wanted," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I'm not a liar."

Amy didn't move; she didn't know if she had the strength, so why try? "I didn’t… I told you to do what you were planning to do. And you did it.”

Knuckles took one more glance down at her. He moved away from her and sat back on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling like a new type of scum, "You're right..."

Amy curled up, pulling her quills miserably. She turned to the wall, and rested her forehead against it. He simply watched as she continued to pull at her quills; it was plainly obvious that he'd done more damage to her than good for himself, and that she would probably go insane as he had on this godforsaken island, maybe even continuing the line of rape and torture...

He asked her in a rather low and quiet voice, "You... wanted to leave...? I might as well let you now..."

Amy didn't seem to hear him, but instead squeezed her eyes shut and started to hit her head against the wall, tears flowing down her cheeks, "Kill me, kill me, kill me..." she wept.

"Be careful what you wish for, Amy," Knuckles said in his normal voice, looking down at her, his face expressionless.

"Kill me," Amy turned back around and clutched at his feet, "Peel off my skin, burn my body, throw my bones into the sea, I don't want to hurt this bad anymore," she sobbed.

Knuckles was actually considering putting her out of her misery for a second, before stopping and instead lifting her chin up to his eye-level, "Amy, you're going to hurt worse if I kill you. You'll just be giving yourself that pain I've already given you an infinite number of times over, you'll keep reliving the same moments and your wounds will never heal. If I let you go, you have the chance to move on and allow them to heal."

"You just want someone else to live as lonely as you do..." Amy whispered.

"I was stupid to abduct you, but now you know how it feels, don't you? You know exactly why I did it... I can't kill you. The pain you've suffered and endured will be in vain if I do."

"Even if I go back... you tell me how I'm supposed to feel anything at all when all I can feel is you, tearing into me," Amy answered.

"Because no wound lasts forever, not even the ones I've given you. They all heal with time, and if I've learned anything on this island, time is a forgiving teacher."

Amy stood slowly, watching him. The slap she gave him left clear fingermarks on his cheek. Then she ran out the door, "If you won't do it, I'll find a way!" she screamed back at him.

Knuckles got up just as quickly as she ran, and bolted out the door after her; "Wait! Amy, don't go yet!"

Amy just kept running. It occoured to Knuckles that she was heading for the island edge. She was planning to jump.

Knuckles made a mad dash for her before she reached the edge, maybe a foot away at best, and caught her in a strangle-hold, one arm crossed horizontally over her neck and the other crossed vertically over his own wrist; he squeezed with slowly increasing pressure, intending to knock her out.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Amy screamed, struggling madly. Her struggles slowed, and she degenerated into sobbing, "Let me go..." she whispered.

Slowly, Knuckles began to loosen his grip until he was almost sure she was incapacitated, and then finally let her go; he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, looking for a place to take her and set her down for the time being until she woke up; then, he would take her back to the city.

"Let me go, let me go..." Amy continued to beg, not struggling.

After finding a nice shady spot under a tree, Knuckles let go of her, letting her fall limp to the ground; he then rolled her over so she was on her back and leaned her up on the tree itself, "Don't ever do that again..." he said, in a whisper that was equal to her own.

Amy started to crawl away, but it was easy for Knuckles to pin her down and stop her, "Let me... go..." she began to cry again, just lying there now. After a while, she sniffled, "You win... I'm yours again..."

"I was gonna take you back anyway after you were able to move upright again," Knuckles said, looking her straight in the eyes and feeling rather sorry for her; she'd taken a lot of shit from him, that was for damn sure... “Back to the city, that is..." he added.

"Yeah... right..." Amy sniffled, "Get it over with."

"Get what over with? I'm being absolutely serious," Knuckles said, returning to his normal tone of voice, "I'm really taking you back, no bullshit."

Amy didn't look like she believed him much, and he couldn't blame her. She just lay there, waiting for whatever he planned to do. He simply walked out towards the Master Emerald's altar, and took a seat on the very bottom step, watching Amy every now and then and taking quick peeks back and forth over the entire landscape that was in his view.

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Harley: Three days. Three days of straight rape. That’s enough to drive anybody crazy. But I didn’t feel anybody would be happy to read three Chapters in a row involving nothing but Amy being beaten and raped by Knuckles, and that’s why we skipped those days.

Darkhaven: It’s hardly a plot point to read it; you know it’s happened and that’s enough. Now review this, and get your ass down to Chapter Four.