She couldn't quite tell where she was. She knew it was dark, even with her blurred vision. But that really didn't concern her at the moment. She knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. Something bad was happening to her. She knew if she didn't get away, it was going to get worse.


Hands were everywhere. Grabbing, pulling, scratching, pinching. She could feel them touch in private places. Places she wasn't ready to be touched. No matter what she tried she couldn't push them away. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought about giving up and letting the hands do what they wanted. 


But she wouldn't be Amy Rose if she let that happen.


She felt his heavyweight on top of her. Trying to use his larger size to pin her small frame down on the cold grass. She could feel the vibration from his growls coming deep from within his chest. Teeth clamping down around her windpipe enough to stop any scream for help. The best she could do was a soft whimper.


He didn't want to kill her. He had made that painfully obvious, even to her rattled brain. What he wanted was something much more precious to her.


In her life she has faced death multiple times. She has risked her life to save others. She has been taken hostage and held against her will. But this was the first time someone had attacked her in just a way.


He wanted to take something from her she had yet to experience. She wasn't going to give in though. Not without a fight.


She was already under the influence of the wine that she had consumed earlier. The gang was celebrating the Princess's 24th birthday. Said event was being held at The Royal Winery. This is where they made the very exclusively hard to come by Ruby Acorn Wine.


She was invited along with all the other Freedom Fighters. Even the Wolfpack, Downunda and Arctic Freedom Fighters made a appearance.


With so many people around she was distracted from her usual obsession. When she finally did get a glimpse of him it was a site she wasn't prepared for. The Hero of Mobius and the Princess of Acorn was sharing a passionate kiss under the blooming dogwood trees kept on the edge of the winery.


Not that she had anything wrong with them being together. Although she couldn't help but be envious as the scene was so romantic.


This lead her to have one too many glasses of wine. Which in turn, lead her to stumbling over her own feet in search of someplace quiet to lay her aching head. She remembered walking towards the tents that were set up to shelter the cases of wine. And that's when something strunk her on the side of her head causing her to blackout.


She had woken up with her ears ringing and vision blurred with a pounding headache. Then she felt the hands on her. Touching her, making her body respond in a way she had never felt before. She didn't like it. Everything felt…. off. She tried to clear her sight, to see who would do just a thing to her. 


He must have noticed that she had come to. Before she could get any kind of bearings, he lunged forward biting her across the neck. She felt the scream die in her throat as several sharp teeth clamped over her windpipe.


That scared her plenty enough to call her hammer, only for nothing to happen. It seemed between being drunk, the bump on the head and the fear of the situation had made her focus close to non-existent. The only thing she could do was physically fight him off.


And that is where she was currently.


With tears in her eyes and fear gripping her heart, she was growing tired by the minute. Her arms burned with the effort to get him off of her. Legs ached trying to kick him in his most vulnerable spot. Her movement was sluggish and uncoordinated. She knew she didn't have much longer until he got what he wanted. It was only a matter of time. 


Quiet tears fell with that bitter knowledge.She couldn't outlast him. Steeling herself, she made the choice to save what energy she had left. With her neck still in his jaws forcing her head back, she went limp.


Breathing hard, a wave of exhaustion finally set in. She could feel his teeth slip from her neck allowing her to breathe more normally. But the constant pressure paired with the sharp teeth embedding her throat made talking a painful experience. She was completely at his mercy. She just hoped that it would be quick.


He chuckled. “Well done, my dear. You tired yourself out quite nicely for me.”


Sick realization kicked her square in the face. It was his plan all along to make her exhausted! She started to openly cry.


“Shhh. Now now, lovely. Try to relax and enjoy what you can.” he cooed.


Reaching behind her head, he grabbed a handful of softened well-conditioned quills. Tilting her head back exposing her neck to him, he started to lick the blood that was seeping from her wounds. Her body twitched with the movement. Her tears were falling freely now. He groaned at the taste of her tears mixed with her blood.


His free hand went to unclasp the back of her dress. Pushing the fabric down her body to gather at her waist he revealed her soft, delicate mounds. Petal peach fur covered her chest forming a perfect sweetheart line just where the swelling of her breast began. 


Moving his mouth downward, he began to suck and nip at one of the pink hidden nipples. His other hand traveled down to lift the skirt of her dress. Amy tried to squirm away from his touch. With a growl, he sat up. Grabbing the hem of her dress, he pulled opposite directions causing the fabric to rip. 


This action from him scared the pinkette enough to get her to try to move away from him. Before she knew it she was flipped onto her belly. Placing one of his large hands around her already injured neck, he pinned her to the ground. Free hand traveling down her back to the base of her petite tail. 


Amy let out a choked sob. Clawing and digging at the ground with her gloved hands.


If it wasn't for the sudden pain to her eyes, she never would have noticed the flash of blinding white light. It wasn't there long but it was enough to distract the large predator behind her. His grip was loosened enough for her to crawl away. She only made it a few feet before she collapse. All the events of the day catching up with her all at once. Exhaustion sets back in. Curling in onto herself she began to cry softly.