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This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to face, yet have always hoped never to happen. Being forced to sit here, helpless, been reduced to hoping beyond hope that my brothers are safe and unhurt. Despite knowing that we aren't safe and that they will be hurt.
Heck, I can hear my brothers pained screams and hysterical sobbing, pleading for the pain to stop, it's killing me inside not to be able to comfort them, to escape my own tormenter and dispatch theirs.
Hoping that somehow, someway we escape and make it home alive, trying to deny the harsh reality that we won't, the dire reality solidified by the stench of a sterile environment, the harsh scent of the chemicals they use to try eradicate the mess keeping us here is creating.
Dreaming of snapping my binds and taking care of my brothers and dealing with those who have dared hurt my family, but snapping back to the real world when I tug at my binds and the cold steel of the shackles dig a deep gouge in my arm. Hating that they aren't breakable, or long enough so I can try to reassure my team with hugs.
Denying the likelihood that we die here even though the torment has increased and we have weakened, the stench of stale blood, sweat and other bodily fluids being increased as the scent of fresh being added as time wears on.
Wishing to go home to Master Splinter alive, but as my brothers cries soften to whimpers as their breathing becomes more and more laboured and slowly one by one stopping altogether.
My one desire in this moment is the ability to look at each of my brothers before they die, is to look them in the eye and apologise for getting them in this situation, tell them they fought well and it's ok, they can let go.
But like all my other hopes, it's impossible as the foot stole my eyesight and took my ability to reassure my brothers by breaking my voice. Soon I will be able to tell them, soon I will be glad get lectured as I will see them again, soon we will laugh together again, soon I will be helping build something for my family again as we wait for our father.
Soon my brothers, I will be home once again and one day Father will join us.