Red Eye's Revenge

An Alternate History.
 
It was an unusually frosty night. I had my winter coat wrapped around my body, and gloves on my hands. It had been a good day visiting Sonic and his parents, and I was on my way home. Snow had begun to flutter down from the sky, but it melted the moment it touched the ground. I could feel the wind through my coat, and it chilled my skin, through my fur. I saw my breath in the form of vapor clouds in front of my face. Suddenly, a van rushed by me, spraying snow to its side. I paid no attention to it. The street I was on had no houses; it was mainly an industrial area. The van from earlier had swung around and was now driving on the same side of the street as I was walking. This set off my internal alarms just a bit. My pace quickened, and I put my hand in my pocket, ready to dial Sonic's number for help.
The van's door swung open and a large guy hopped out. He bounded towards me. That's when I ran. I could barely feel my feet making contact with the ground. Suddenly, I was grabbed by the tails. That sent a wave of immense pain rippling through my body. I screamed out loud. The man dragged me back to the van, whose door was still open, and threw me in. There were two other men inside the van, not including the driver.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?" I asked.
The man who had grabbed me smiled with a crooked mouth.
"You don't need to know that just yet. The boss will be very happy once he sees that we've got you."
Then, a huge blow to the back of my head, and I was out.
Sometime later...
I woke up in a rather lavish room. I sat in a wooden chair with red cushions. The men from earlier were sitting in front of me, smiling evilly. One of them had a baseball bat in his hand, setting it repeatedly in the opposite palm. They saw my eyes open.
"Before you say anything, welcome to my master's house. He sends his regards. We know that you two have had a history."
Immediately, my mind went over anyone in my past who might still hold a grudge about something I did to them. Nothing rang a bell.
"Who is your master? What does he want with me?" I asked.
The brute just laughed, all the while getting up from his seat.
"Our master? Ha! I'll give you a hint. His nickname has a color in it, and you two used to work together at the ISAJPL. Hehehe....you'll never get it."
I racked my brain, thinking of anyone I knew that fit the criteria. Suddenly, it all came back to me. A man that hated me ever since I began working at the ISAJPL.
"No...it can't be... Red Eye?"
The brute nodded, and a door behind him slid open.
A tall man; another fox, walked into the grand hall where I now sat. He wore business attire, with a black eyepatch over his left eye.
"Good evening...Antarius," he said.
Saying my name seemed to make him uncomfortable.
"Long time no see."
He turned to speak to the brute who had taken me here.
"Thank you, Icedus. I'll handle it from here."
Icedus and the rest of the men bowed and walked out of the room. It was down to just me and Red Eye.
"Heya, Red. How's it going?" I asked him.
His brow furrowed in anger.
"Don't you dare say my name! Have you any idea how much ridicule you've caused me? No? Then I'll pay it back. One hit at a time."
He cracked his knuckles and grabbed the chair I was tied to. He began to drag me down the hallway, all the while chuckling in an unhinged manner.
"Wait! Red, please reconsider what you're about to do! I'll pay you!" I offered.
He twisted around and punched me in the nose. My eyes watered profusely and blood dripped from my nostrils.
"I told you to not say my name. Now shut up!"
He continued to drag me down the hall. We came to a small closet. I thought he was going to lock me in there and forget about me, but what he did was much worse. He opened the door, which led to a set of dark and grimy stairs. He dragged me down those stairs, and into a room.
It was so dark that I could barely see my hand in front of my face, but I could roughly determine the size of the room. With a metallic clang, the light turned on.
The room was filled with various torture equipment, and a cell, presumably where I was to be held.
"Welcome to the end of your life. And I promise you, it's going to hurt," he said.
I was terrified.
He untied me from the chair and dragged me by the tails to the cell. I screamed in agony the whole time.
He threw me into the cell and closed the door behind him.
"Now then. Because you won't make it out of here alive, I'll tell you what's about to go down. To put it simply, I'm going to torture you."
My eyes widened as I processed what I just heard.
"Ah, I see your reaction! I could just kill you now. Put a bullet in your head and be over with it, but I just need somewhere to release my hate for you! Going on a killing spree just doesn't do it for me anymore. Hehehe... After today's session, you might be a bit exhausted. So, I've prepared a wonderful meal for you. I'll have it brought in when we're done. This is going to be fun!" He clapped his hands with glee.
In resignation, I uttered one last thing.
"You're sick. Always have been, always will be."
Red Eye turned around with a twisted smile on his face.
"Oh really? I'm sick? Well, someone better call a doctor! Ahahaha!"
He left the cell and grabbed a small piece of leather, shaped into a ring. I recognized it as being a shock collar.
"See this thing? It can deliver a shock of 5500 volts! All with the press of this button! If you misbehave or are in any way out of line, I will shock you. I will press this button, and never let go. Do I make myself clear?" he asked.
I spat at his feet and growled:
"Go to HFIL, you monster."
He smiled twistedly again.
"Oh, I will. But I'm taking you with me! From now on, you will address me as 'sir'. You will not speak to anyone unless spoken to. You will obey every order I give you. You will say 'thank you sir' after every beating! You may not touch your food unless given permission! For the remainder of your puny little life, you are my slave, and I will do what I please with you. You have no rights in my house, and nobody will come to save you. Hehehe... Enjoy what little time you have left."
He grabbed my wrists and attached handcuffs to each one. I no longer had the energy to fight back, so I witnessed myself being manhandled as he hung me by the wrists, attached to the ceiling bars of the cage.
"I hope this is comfortable, you mangy dog," he said.
He looked me in the eyes.
"You made me suffer immense ridicule for five years. You invalidated all of my work. And for that, this basement will one day be your final resting place. Try not to hate me too much, hm?" he said as he touched the side of my face.
Why was this happening to me? I didn't mean any harm.
"We shall begin your punishment posthaste! Hehehe... Which device would be perfect for today?" Red Eye pondered.
He looked over his shelf full of various torture devices and finally picked one. It consisted of a large flat wooden board and four ropes.
"This device is one of the more simple ones. I tie you up with these ropes, attached to the board, and then I will beat on you...mercilessly."
He turned around and flashed a smile once more, and took off the eyepatch. A long, white scar crossed over his eye, which was just halfway open. Even then, I could see his blood-red iris and a black dilated pupil.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up, onto the board. As he tied my wrists and legs to the cold, flat surface, tears dripped from my eyes. Sonic would never know where I was, or how to get to me.
"There. Is it comfortable? Don't answer that; I don't care!" he said.
Suddenly, his fist lashed out and slammed into my stomach. I temporarily lost my vision. I saw white sparkles in my eyes. He punched me again and again.
"Hahaha!! Do you like this? This is how it feels to be me! Every single day!" he said.
The pain was immense. I could barely stay conscious. Finally, the assault stopped. I slumped over, blood dripping from my mouth.
"Don't you dare pass out! You will stay awake and endure the rest of your punishment. Got that?!" he asked.
I looked into his eyes, with a gravelly breath.
"Y-yes, sir."
I had lost all hope. I accepted my fate. From now, to the unforeseeable future, I belonged to Red Eye.
He slapped me across the face viciously. I cried out in pain.
"What do you want from me? I can give you money!" I told him.
Suddenly, Red got serious.
"I don't want your money, I don't want your pity. I want pure, unadulterated revenge. You stole my ideas, you stole my fame, you took everything I cared about from me... I can't let that slide. Your punishment for the day is over. Suffer down here, and think about what you've done."
And there he left me, bruised, battered, and bleeding. My pride was shattered. My dignity, nonexistent. And to think that all this was brought about by a stupid grudge.