Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, been busy with school and my other things. Still i'm getting back on the ball with this. Glazier blue and I worked on this so we hope this is good for you all. Enjoy.
Chapter 14: Tensions
Silent and beaten…that's described Donatello real well at this point of time. A while ago he would have used the word disgusted but that has long since passed for the purple clad turtle. He had been repeatedly been taken advantage of that it has become routine. Things just passed in a blur to him and he wasn't even sure how he himself is holding up.
Currently he walked among the other inmates as they made their way to the cafeteria for lunch…or was it dinner? He wasn't sure, his mind was so spun around that he lost all perception of time at this point. But for now he knew all eyes were on him, mainly because they all knew him as the prime leader's slave, and two…well…he had a real bad limp for obvious reasons. All the guards that…."Visited" him made it pretty clear he would be walking with a limp for a bit.
He winced with every step, but tried his best not to show it at all…even though he assumes everyone else knew. Still he couldn't think about that right now, for once out of his time he's hungry and needed something in his stomach bad…hopefully he could keep it down though.
Thankfully the line wasn't as big, he grabbed his bowl and went to the food dispensers. Making sure he didn't get the food wax, like Mikey did before long ago, he didn't care what he got since it would be something that would build his energy. Once he was glad with what he got head limped his way out of line and looked around for a table. Hopefully he can find a place to be by himself, since like always he preferred to be alone. He just wanted to eat and go back to his cell in peace without-
Unfortunately that wouldn't happen as a large hand appeared in his line of sight and slapped the bowl out of his hands. It broke upon impact as the gooey food splatted against the floor as well. Before he could react the same hand locked a vice grip around his neck as he's lifted off the ground. He then came face to face with the one alien he dreaded, Rhynnok.
"Meet again weakling," he spoke to the turtle smugly. There wasn't anything Don could say back, mainly since the grip on his neck cut off his air way of air. "You love the beating I gave to you?"
Everyone in the cafeteria, even the guards, all looked at the two in silence. Most worried at what could happen as it'll affect them as well. Some wanting to see what is to happen as they wanted to see a round two between them. And the rest glad to know it's not them facing Rhynnok's wrath. Just like before the guards aren't steeping in at all, just watching the events unfold.
Rhynnok then looked down at the spilt food and smiled, knowing a good way to further his victim's humiliation. "Looks like you did finish eating…why not lick it up." Without hearing a response Don is then forced to the ground on his plastron the turtle's head is then forced into the goo, his face being caked in the stuff.
There were some laughs now as the other inmates found this funny. Even the guards joined in as they all enjoyed the sight before them. But Don on the other hand wasn't feeling it at all. He tried to push himself back up, but the large hand of the bigger alien is planted on the back of his head, keeping him down. Teeth grit and muscles flexed as he tried to push himself up. Great not again, why did he have to have another encounter with him?
Hadn't he suffered enough already? With the beatings, rape, and now this? How much more does he have to fall for them to leave him be? If only he could-wait…why should he have to take this abuse? Didn't he decide whether or not this continued to happen to him? His pacifist nature is what keeps him down and humiliated like this…and his father and brother told him that he had to do things that went against his morals…just to survive.
His fists then clenched as anger started to fill him, the memories now coming forth and fuelling him. He could almost feel the darkness gathering around the edge of his brain and slowly pushing into his vision. The torments, beatings, humiliation, and abuse he has been going through…no more…not again, not by Rhynnok at least. Moving his eyes he managed to get a good view of the large alien, and smirked as he saw his placement. Raising his leg he then used his heel to strike a sensitive part of the knee.
Just like that Rhynnok's grip gave as he cried out in pain. Seeking his chance Don rolled onto his shell and wrapped his arms around the giant arm, his fingers pressing on certain pressure points on the limp. This caused Rhynnok's arm to flare up in pain as he stumbled back, trying to rub the pain away. A few seconds passed before the pain returned to a tolerable level, it's then the burly alien looked and saw the terrapin on his feet, eyes narrowed and posture now in one that is ready for a fight.
"I'm not going down that easily…not anymore!" Don cried out in anger.
"I will crush you!" Rhynnok declared as he charged. Typical move for a person of rage like him.
Don could see the right hook coming a mile away as he ducked down to avoid the blow, then returned the favour with a strike to the solar plexus. Despite his size Don's strike still managed to deal some damage to the larger alien, causing some of the air to leave him.
The larger alien stumbled back, clutching the spot as he tried to breathe, failing to notice that his opponent wasn't finished yet. Don slid behind him and struck him right behind the knee, causing Rhynnok's legs to buckle and fall to his knees with a painful grunt.
Seeing that he was down to his level Don reached over and grabbed a random bowl from a table and whacked him right on the head. The bowl shattering upon impact as the larger alien fell down with another painful groan. And like that it was over, at least to Don, as he stood over his opponent. His eyes still narrow and filled with hate as he looked down at his foe, his mind still racing with the heat of battle that he didn't notice a couple guards approaching him.
It was too late as one of them pressed the button on the key card, Don cried out in pain as his shock tattoo activated and started to course electricity through his body. Immediately he could feel his muscles tighten as they started to lose all feeling as he then fell to his knees. He became so focused on the pain that he didn't feel his wrists come together as the cuffs activated, and when that happened the shocks stopped.
Breathing heavily, and feeling part of his body going numb he stood no chance as the guards came over and lifted him back to his feet. Natural instinct kicked in as he tried to struggle, but could do nothing in his weaken state.
"You're coming with us," the first guard said as the purple clad turtle was dragged along out of the cafeteria, leaving all his carnage behind.
The doors opened as Don is then roughly shoved forward, nearly tripping because of his shackled ankles reaching the max two feet limit. Oh how much Don hated those. But thankfully he managed to regain his balance so he wouldn't fall. The last thing he needed was for himself to fell to the ground before them. That could cause some unwanted ideas for the guards. But as his eyes fell forward he felt his heart sink as the terrible memories started to come back to him full force.
"Good to see you again slave." Zandramon smiled as he stood next to some kind of chrome chair. Just the sight of those two things told the turtle that this wasn't good at all, and he would be right. "Strap him in."
The two guards behind Don grabbed his arms and forced him to sit down in the chair. They took a moment to deactivate his cuffs, only to place his wrists onto the armrests. And when the cuffs touched the surface they glowed back up and stuck to the chrome surface. Almost as if they acted like built in manacles and now couldn't' move his hands. His legs were then moved into place and now stuck to the legs of the chair. Once he was properly seated Don was now completely restrained in the seat, not being able to free his arms or legs from the chair.
Panic started to swell up within Don, never liking what could happen when he's in situations like this. Many things could happen and having to endure it all again wasn't something he wanted to go through again. Still he wondered what it is they were going to do to him.
"Now slave…it's been a couple of days since our little…special time together," the Prime leader smirked evilly, as he brought up the real shameful time to Don. How could he forget about it, even though he wanted it to have never happened? "Also I hear that the guards here have had some 'quality' time with you as well. Now that you've had time to think things over, I want to know if you're ready to tell me what I want to know."
The statement made things clear to Don, this is another interrogation. Once again trying to get the location of Professor Honeycutt from him once more. And for the first time in a while Don wasn't sure what to think. If he had been questioned a couple of days ago, he would have maybe been willing to talk, just to make all of his abuse stop. But now…he's still juggling with the idea.
For once out of his time here, he wasn't sure if he could keep to his guns and stay silent. So much has happened to him that he wanted it all to end. But still would he be willing to sacrifice his friend only to save himself? Would he even be able to forgive himself for something so big? In fact the entire concept of what would happen after they found the Professor if he gave up, it was just too enormous to fathom.
Zandramon watched as his slave was silent, which he knew was good. Because originally he would have refused to talk but now he's having trouble thinking. But then he frowned as he watched his slave's head bowed, something that he didn't like. Giving a nod to one of the guards they then back handed the turtle on the side of his face.
"Eyes on the Prime leader!" they guard ordered as Don's face radiated in pain. Still as much as he hated it he followed the order, not wanting things to escalate even further than they were at the moment.
"Much better," Zandramon responded as he moved in closer to Don, basically invading his personal space. As much as Don wanted to do something, he can't, mainly because his word didn't mean anything to them as he's the Prime Leader's slave, and was at the lowest of the low here. "Now…you've been here for a while…you've endured so much, and for what? Just for a pathetic Fugitoid? He can't be worth what you've been through, so why not save yourself some further trouble and tell us where he is. And I promise that all these…special visits…the guards and I make to you will end."
Those words made the purple clad turtle freeze in place, those words processing through his mind at a fast rate. A way to stop all of the abusive treatment he's been going through. Once again if it was the beginning where he was taken prisoner, he would have refused. But now things were wavering. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.
"I can't go on like this…not anymore. What else can I lose at this point? I shamed myself and my family for getting taken advantage of…what more could I possibly lose? Professor…I'm sorry…but…but…I've held out as long as I could." He thought to himself, now leaning towards talking, but refrained from saying anything.
Still his conscious berating him now for even considering giving up at this point. Still, as much torment he went through and all the suffering he had to endure he knew in the end that he couldn't do it. A lone tear fell from his eye as he shook his head, "N-No…I won't."
Now that surprised the Prime leader and his troops a lot, since they thought that the terrapin would break after all they done to him. They were shocked to see the resolve that he still had within him, obviously their slave still needed some breaking in.
A frown then appeared on Zandramon's face, "Very well…it looks like you need some additional…persuasion." He then moved in closer as Don then flinched, heart racing as he feared what would come next. Would they actually…what would stop them?
It's just then that Don's right wrist was freed from the armrest, and before he could react one of the guards seized it and held it firm. "W-What are you doing?!" Don tried to free his arm, but was powerless to do so.
"I'll give you one last chance…tell me what I want to know," Zandramon smirked as he stared at the turtle.
Now Don is panicking as he wasn't sure what they were going to do, but it was going to be bad…real bad. Still with his new resolve he couldn't do it…no matter what. Knowing it would cost him something he still shook his head. "No…I won't say anything."
Zandramon shook his head, but with glee, knowing that at least he will get some entertainment from this. Looking at the guard that held his arm he gave a nod. The burly Triceraton grinned as he gripped the held limb better and yanked it hard down, a loud pop being heard throughout the room followed by cries of pain.
"GHYAAA!" Don screamed out as he felt his arm being pulled out of its socket. The pain that radiated from it shot through his arm and into his body, causing the purple clad turtle to thrash as much as he could in his binds. Eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to spew from his eyes. The pain is too much, and enough to make anyone black out, but for some cruel reason he still remained awake to endure it all.
"Get him out of my site!" The Prime Leader spat before marching out of the room leaving the broken terrapin sitting in the chair behind him. He apparently has had enough with his defiance and decided to call it a day…or night…which ever it is.
Donnie was left gasping, as he knew his arm was dislocated and left hanging. Why? Why would this just not end? Would it only end if he was dead? At this point death would be better. This was like living in purgatory, staying in a place and not being able to move on.
There had to be something else he could do…but what? The turtle didn't get time to think any more about this, he was suddenly been yanked harshly to his feet by two of the large guards. Apparently the cuffs were detached from the chair, but still active. His arm further throbbing which caused him to cry out, but the Dino's showed no mercy. Dragging him down the long corridor, Donnie's head only looked up when they continued passed his cell.
"Oh you're not going for a lay down turtle. Because of the fight you started you're going into solitary," he explained with a smirk.
Solitary? Why in the shell would he be going to solitary, wasn't him just being alone in a cell solitary enough? What was their game, this was a new one to him. "Why?" all he managed to say, even though he wanted to say more.
They just chuckled as they refused to answer his questions, continuing to drag him along until they arrived at solitary confinement. Stopping in front of one cell the guards slipped the keycard through the lock and the door opened. Don's eyes widen and breathing quicken as the cell wasn't empty…apparently he's was going to have a cellmate…which happened to be Rhynnok.
The large alien glaring daggers at the turtle as he laid eyes on him, but refraining from attacking because of the presence of the guards. Who then saw the panic look on the turtle's face, which only caused them to laugh. "Well since you two started a fight, it would only be fitting you two share this cell for a while."
With that they shoved him inside, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground, which is what he didn't want to happen. "Have fun…we'll check up on you two whenever," they laughed once more as the doors closed, thus leaving the two alone together.
A/N: Hope you like. Things seem to be getting darker at this point and I hope you all like it so far. If anyone has questions on this please feel free to ask. Till next time.