Disclaimer – Okay, folks, a wonderful writer named CYNICAL21 (Star Warsfandom) had her account permanently terminated this summer because she evidently sequeled a story that someone decided was just another chapter. It wasn't, it was a sequel, but this mysterious reader went ahead anyway and alerted Fan Fiction administration. We allknow what sequels are, right. Anyway, poor CYN had also tagged the beginning of some of her stories with quotes from other sources, giving the appropriate disclaimers, of course. Just the same, Fan Fiction had disciplined her for that, as well, when someone complained. I do have to say that the story guidelines regarding that do indeed prohibit such quotes, so - I guess they were justified in mentioning this to her.

GAH...anyway, since Torture is an immdediatecontinuationof Hungry, thereby possibly not falling under the definition of 'seque', I felt it prudent to risk losing all of my wonderful reviews in order to appease the powers that be. Personally, I would hate to have my account closed, for whatever reason.

Honestly, though,if I could find a site that offers as much as Fan Fiction does, but isn't so Gestapo-like, I would switch. Alas, there isn't one, other than TGU. Fan Fiction does offer some very nice perks, and - so - I am staying until such time that even my careful approach to things are challenged by them.

Nevertheless, as far as Torture is concerned, revenge is sweet, what can I say. I don't own them, so stop accusing me. Oh, and this is Splinter (Terran) inspired. Thanks, lady, for sharing your wonderful sense of humor with those of us on Fan Fiction. (grins) and inspiring like-stories. You rock!

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Hungry

Chapter 2 - Torture


He was bound tight, his arms and legs, and even his torso tied securely to the chair. Yet, no matter how he struggled, though, he just couldn't free himself, and now panic began to set in.

How long had he sat there, he did not know. He only knew that he was beyond misery.

Nevertheless, no matter how he fought against his bindings, he remained where he sat. With the single piece of furniture secured to the concrete floor, its rigid state discouraged any attempt by him to topple it over. His tormentors even went so far as to tape his mouth shut, preventing him from yelling, screaming, or even protesting as they heaped their abuse upon him.

Watching what they were now doing to him, tears welled up in his eyes, with one errant drop trickling down his cheek.

How could he have misjudged his actions, how could he have known such a future awaited him? Maybe if he had hesitated only briefly, re-thinking his plan of attack beforehand, maybe this wouldn't be happening at all.

But, it was happening and he could only blame himself for his hasty decision from earlier. As a result, he now found himself in the clutches of doom, forced to suffer the consequences due to his lack of planning. Oh, for mercy, if only his executioners would exercise some leniency on his poor, pitiful behalf. If only they had had the compassion to blind him, at least the agony he was going through now might not be so bad.

Just the same, it was their intention that he personal witness their cruel attack against him. Earlier, they had even laughed maniacally at his expense, thoroughly enjoying the planning stages of what they were going to do to him. He had tried to bolt, to run from their clutches, but – they were too fast for him. Despite the fact that he was ninja, however, they still managed to subdue him, shoving him down and then securing him in the chair where he currently sat.

It just made the whole experience worse to be defeated so easily.

As he watched and suffered, he moaned inwardly. Such brutal beasts they were! Such calloused and fiendish monsters. HOW could they do this to him…how?

He just didn't understand the extremes that some would be so willing to exercise, just to make him suffer. Their eventual action was so diabolical, though, that it caught him by complete surprise; he was completely unprepared to what lengths their cruelty would go. It downright shocked him.

What made it worse was of his four tormentors, there was one whose allegiance to their scheme surprised him. This one was like a mentor to him, a father figure whom he would have gladly given his life for. To now see him siding with the other three and even partaking of the inhumane act, was the biggest blow off all. It nearly rendered him helpless.

As this one suddenly looked his way and frowned, shaking his head in displeasure, the one bound in the chair finally came to an understanding that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Securely tied to one of the kitchen chairs and with his mouth taped shut, Michelangelo watched in abject horror as the rest of his family, including Master Splinter, gorged themselves on the extra large, triple cheese and pepperoni pizza. As his three brothers and sensei ate, with Raphael occasionally grinning Mike's way, Mikey decided right then and there, that no matter the temptation, he would never again try to fake dying, just for an extra slice of pizza.

It just wasn't worth the torment he was going through now.

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