About an hour later, all the turtles came out of their sleep. The trio in the cages were all shocked at where they were.
As for Donatello, he found himself on a metal table with his arms and legs strapped down. "Oh, where am I?" he asked out loud.
"Simple, Turtle. You're right where I want you to be." James stepped out of the shadows.
Donatello squirmed in his bonds. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"That's not important. But I know who you are, Donatello." James stated.
"Where am I? What do you want?" Don asked.
"Let's see, what do I want?" James looked up at the ceiling in a mocking way. He had a hand under his chin. Then he turned back to Don. "Simple. I want revenge on you!"
Don's eyes widened. "What for?" His breathing quickened a little. Here he had just woken up and already he was being attacked. "What did I ever do to you?"
"Am I to ask that you don't remember me?" James asked sarcastically.
"Should I?" Don replied.
"Never mind. It doesn't matter, but let's say, lots of times, Turtle boy! And I should say that you definitely make it quite a habit of striking your enemies in mostly one spot with your staff." James declared. "Like you did with two of my men tonight."
"They were attacking me and deserved it!" Don stated bravely.
As James looked from Don's face, he saw the plastron. "Well, that's going to change, right now. You do that to so many people in self-defense, but nothing ever happens to your own, am I right?"
"What are you talking about?" Don demanded.
"You are so smart and yet so naïve, young as you are, and yet have so much wisdom to know how technology works." James complimented Don in a way.
In his mind, Donatello said 'Thanks,' but knew he was in for some trouble. He just didn't know what this maniac was going to do. It was making him nervous. And he didn't see his brothers anywhere.
"I have already found what I want on you and now it's time for the second phase to happen." James declared.
"What's that?" Don asked nervously. "Where are my friends?"
"Elsewhere here, until it's their turn for punishments, but starting with you." James replied. Then he began walking towards the prone turtle.
Donatello wondered why his arms were out like they were, but he saw his legs were closer together, so he didn't have to worry about anything down there. The man came up next to his left side and with his hands, with putting gloves on, he began to feel and press inward in the middle of Don's left side. He pushed on the skin upwards.
Donatello instantly shut his eyes in pain. "OW! What are you- doing?!" He cried out. It instantly made the turtle try to move more to his right, but it didn't stop the man.
"Giving you your punishment." James exclaimed. He felt for the stomach. He had found it.
Donatello tried hard to breathe as it felt like he was being stabbed in the side. He had never been pressed on there before. He could feel deep pain inside him.
"You should start feeling the effects very shortly, Turtle." James stated. "Found what I was looking for."
Don panted with his eyes closed, but then, he felt a sharp prick in his left side. "AGHH!" He winced in pain. He felt the needle pierce his tender flesh. Then the syringe's contents were injected through his side. Then it was pulled out and James finally let go of his side.
Donny was left panting hard. He knew he would feel a bruise there later. "Oh… what did you… inject into me?" He demanded.
"You'll be feeling it very soon." James sneered at him. "And it'll be even better on your full stomach."
Don's eyes widened. "Why? How did you know that?" he asked.
"You were all being watched at the pizzeria." James stated. He laid the syringe down and he came back up to the prone turtle. He laid his hands on Donatello's lower plastron. He put his weight down on top of him. "Tell me, do you ever get hit in the belly at times?"
Don didn't reply.
"Oh, I bet you don't. Nothing that would hurt you. This shell protects it. But not this time." James said sarcastically.
Donatello had a bad feeling about this. This man had been pressing inward on the side of his stomach. But what was he hoping to accomplish with injecting whatever it was into him? He soon got his answer.
The bound turtle soon began feeling a sharp pain in his stomach. This wasn't good. So that was the man's plan; to hurt his stomach first. Donatello tried to get his hands loose. He couldn't help but let out a moan as he felt the pain get sharper.
"Don't expect an antidote anytime soon, Turtle." James sneered. "You deserve that pain!" With that, James and his men left poor Donny to stay tied down on the table to watch how he did on cameras in their office.
Donatello felt the pain deepen inside his stomach. 'Oh, I've got to get out of here.' He told himself. 'Got to- oh, find a cure.' He squirmed, trying to free himself.
On the camera, James and his men were smiling, seeing their guest in pain. His face was showing signs of pain for sure. James was glad to have administered the dose to the turtle that he felt he deserved. He wasn't about to stop the turtle's pain anytime soon. He felt he should suffer after what Don had done to him a long time ago.
But he could also find a way to put the turtle in pain even further. He didn't just want the turtle poisoned; he wanted him to have physical wounds too. Some even in the bony plastron of his. But he also wanted to see how good of a fighter this turtle was when he had a really bad bellyache too.
"Wait a little longer and when I see he's in throbbing pain, we'll do a sparring match with him in the gym." James directed.
The men couldn't wait to have their turn at beating this turtle at his own game. They grinned evilly.
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As time had gone on, the pain in Donatello's belly had intensified. He was finding himself wincing so much, baring his teeth, and closing his eyes tight, trying hard to breathe. Nausea was flaring throughout his stomach at high intensity.
'Oh! What did I do to deserve this?' Don thought to himself. Every time he felt a jolt of pain, he tensed on the table. He moaned and grunted in pain. He wanted to hold his aching belly. He wanted and needed the antidote to this horrible pain. He could shift his shell to the sides a bit, but he wasn't going anywhere very much with his limbs bound. 'Please, get me out of here, guys. Oh! Ow!' He pleaded internally.
James and his men thought now would be a good time to come back into the room. Don opened his eyes. "Hello there, Turtle. How are you doing?" James mock asked him.
"What… did you… do to me?" Don demanded. He winced from a powerful jolt of pain.
"Does this tell you something of what you did?" James asked.
"Hurt your stomach? I ooh… only do it… in self-defense." Donatello rasped out, trying to breathe.
"I think I'm going to have your skills tested right now. Let him up." James ordered.
Two men came forward and unhooked Don's bonds. The turtle instantly had his hands on his stomach. The look of pain on Don's face told the men what they needed to know. "Take him." James ordered.
Donatello could do nothing to protect himself as he was grabbed off the table and his hands forced away from his belly and being held onto. He was taken from the room and down a hallway, then pushed into a gym room. He landed hard on his front. His pain was making it evident that he couldn't concentrate on much aside from the pain he was in at the moment.
"OH!" Don cried out as he landed on his chest, his chin hitting the floor hard. The wind knocked from his lungs. But as he recovered, more pain jolted him awake enough and it instantly had him groaning and he rolled to the side, clutching his belly. "Agh! Ooooh! Oh! Oh, it hurts!" Don cried out.
Then, some men came into the room. "Get up, Turtle. It's time to meet your fate." A man exclaimed.
Donatello winced. He couldn't fight right now. "Get up, unless you're a chicken! Haha!" Another sneered.
Don knew he was no chicken. He had to be strong and not think about the pain. He had a hand on his stomach as he pushed himself to his feet. "What… do you… oh… want?!" he demanded.
"Let's see how well you can fight now!" One of the men jeered at him. "Here's your weapon."
Don's staff was thrown at him. His vision was getting blurry, and he didn't make it out in time, and it hit him in the face. "OW!" he cried out. The men laughed at the turtle's inability to catch his bo.
Don blinked and rubbed his face, then reached down for his bo. He winced as his belly was hurting tremendously. 'Don't think about the pain.' He told himself. But that was easier said than done with what he was feeling.
"Begin!" There was an intercom.
The men charged at Donny, and he tried to keep his bo staff in front of him, but his vision was failing him and the clubs that the men had easily got into him. Don cried in pain as he was hit in places on his body, but there was one man who had a golf club, and he jammed the club hard into Donatello's stomach.
"OOOOH!" Don cried out so hard and he instantly dropped the staff when he felt that. He fell to his knees, clutching his poor belly. He could feel the humans approaching him.
"So, what do we do with him now, Boss?"
"Take him back to the private cell." James said. "He's not going anywhere anytime soon."
The men grinned at that. Donatello managed to look up at that. What were they going to do with him now? The two men cowering over instantly grabbed his arms and pulled him up. Don cried out at the sudden jerk on his arms and the pain he felt in his belly.
He was pulled out of the gym, and he tried to get loose from the men's grasps but with the pain he was in, it was making him weaker. His heart was beating fast in his chest. It was working overtime from all the stress he was feeling. Don couldn't walk without feeling the pain in his stomach, feeling like it was trying to eat his insides.
The men soon got him to this private cell. He was taken into the room where Don saw some cuffs hanging from the ceiling. He was pulled over to the wall and his shell was put to the wall where each of his arms were both put into the wrist cuffs.
"What… what are you going to do?" Donatello asked fearfully. He winced from another jolt.
"You'll remain here until I think of something else to do with you." James said.