A green hedgehog lay in a cage. سے طرف کی all appearances, he was dead as a doorknob. He blinked himself awake and glared with intense hatred as a beautiful girl walked in, her head held high. She lifted up his cage and carried it into a room. He sighed, having been through this for the last six days. Now he was sick of it and his body ached from being in the cramped cage. The girl گلہری, جائے وقوع opened the door and yanked him to his feet. “Here he is.” He couldn’t run, whenever he tried to he was knocked onto his feet سے طرف کی the girl, whom was now dragging him through a seemingly endless hallway. Once they were done walking to the end of the hallway, she opened the door that was there. “Your new pet is here.” The door swung open and in the room sat a black and blue-gray hedgehog, eyeing him with the smug contempt of a king looking over a peasant. “I can see that. What is his name?” The hedgehog tried to run, only to get knocked down again. “Scourge. His name is Scourge.” With a wink, the black hedgehog pulled out something and put it behind his back. “Come.” Scourge glared at him defiantly. “You can’t make me.” The hedgehog was just about to run and then something clamped around his neck and he was jerked backwards onto his butt. Scourge looked down, where a dark brown collar, studded with silver spikes, now adorned his neck. “Now I can. C’mon, doggy. Let’s play.” With that, the hedgehog yanked him into a room سے طرف کی his leash and pinned him to the wall. “You’re mine.” His breath was hot on Scourges’ ear as he struggled to get away. “All mine. Your body-“ The hedgehog leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Once the kiss finally broke, he continued his sentence. “-Is mine.”