Title: A Cursed Obsession
Cartoon/Comic: Sonic Underground/Archie Sonic the Hedgehog
Pairing: Manourge
For: ilikepie1100
Chapter 13: Suicidal

I haven't updated this in so long! And my writing style has changed quite a bit. I hope this chapter turns out alright. It'd be good to get closer to the end of this story, already. I'm ready for this to be over so I can work on my OTHER unfinished stories! Don't forget to review at the end of the chapter!

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Every day was the same between the captured hedgehog and his captor. Sometimes, Manic would be on top of him, taking Scourge's dick in his ass, bouncing up and down on him and enjoying the feeling, even if it hurt sometimes. Now and then, he would suck Scourge off just to have the pleasure of knowing that his lover enjoyed the attention.

The villain was broken, though. There was nothing left for him, anymore. Escape? Futile. Pointless. Idiotic. Even if he could escape, living and running free wouldn't be on his mind. First, kill Manic, if his legs aren't paralyzed (since he'll need his speed to get out of here). After the stabbing they had received, and the fact that the wounds hadn't been disinfected or sewn up, he assumed his legs would get an infection and need to be surgically removed. Second, besides never being able to use his legs ever again, he just wanted to die. He didn't want Fiona to see him like this. He never wanted anyone to know. He wondered if Hell itself paled in comparison to what he's been through in this secret dungeon. He wondered if he'd be numb to the pain in Hell when he went there.

No amount of showers in the world could ever make him clean. He can't scrub his mind. He can't forget. He can never escape here, not really. If he didn't, and didn't have the guts to kill himself, the nightmares would make him relive these past few weeks with Manic for the rest of his waking, miserable life.

Why wouldn't he kill himself if he had the chance, though? It's easy. He could shoot himself. He knows Manic has a gun in his pocket. He could use that after he killed the motherfucker.

Part of him wished Sonic would show up and find Manic doing this to him and rescue him. He knows that Sonic won't ever make fun of him for this. He won't hold it over Scourge's head. That pussy's just too nice!

What would it be like to be comforted by your enemy?

Scourge's thoughts were cut off when Manic pulled out of Scourge's torn-up anus.

"You're ignoring me, honey." Manic said in that creepily-sweet way Scourge had gotten so used to. "Let me fix that."

'What, are you going to stab me again? Will you change your mind and start chopping things off of me? Will you punch me? I don't care. I'm numb. No amount of pain will compare to how badly I wanted to die.' Scourge thought, not daring to speak. That, and he felt too sick, depressed, and broken down. This isn't love. Manic doesn't understand because he's so deranged. But if it isn't love, what's the perfect word for it?

His captor walked over to Scourge and turned his head so that it faced Manic's crotch.

"You'll have to remember where you are while you suck on this." He shoved his bloody, dirty, feces and flesh coated member into the suicidal hedgehog's mouth. He gagged immediately, and came out of his thoughts, tasting every wretched flavor that was himself. Yep. That made Scourge notice him.

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I liked how it turned out. I'm pleased. Oh! And I edited all the other chapters. They had spelled errors, and such. Review! And don't just say "Please continue" or something like that, actually review!