Donatello was pushed roughly into a new room. He barely kept his balance as the door was immediately shut and locked behind him. The room looked like a bare dojo, or was it a cell? It was dimly lit and was about the size of their living room in the lair. The walls were dark and from what he could see, there were no windows. He felt as though he was standing on a firm mat of some kind, but it was hard to tell. And his stomach hurt too much to really get a good look at the place.
"Agh!" Donatello put a hand on his stomach again as pain shot through him. He looked down at his plastron to see if it was damaged. He would have big bruising on his belly as well as inside him for a few days. He didn't see any visible damage and gave it a good rub.
"What have I done to deserve this?" He asked himself.
"You hurt our boss!" A male voice was heard.
Donatello turned around slowly to not aggravate his injury. He still held his belly. He saw five men with weapons in their hands. He swallowed. He knew he was not in a condition at the moment to fight.
Nevertheless, he saw the men approach him menacingly and the winded turtle began backing up. He tried reaching behind him for his Bo, but he didn't find it where it was supposed to be. Now he knew he was in trouble.
He backed into the wall. He grimaced as another jolt of pain went through him.
"Aww! Look at that, the turtle's actually feeling some pain." The men laughed.
"Look guys, agh! You don't need to do this." Donatello said.
"Oh, but we do actually. Direct orders and for payback for our boss!"
Donatello knew he was outnumbered. But even if he was, under normal circumstances, even without his bo, he could take these men, but not in his current state.
The men attacked him. They had no honor.
Donatello just tried to defend himself the best he could. He had to take his mind off his pain for the time being. He was still very winded at the moment too.
One man tried to hit him over the head with a bat, but he saw it coming and he grabbed his arms, trying to stop him. While Donny was distracted with that one, another man came up behind him and hit him on the back of the legs.
It made the turtle cry out, then the man he had been defending himself against grabbed one of Don's arms and twisted it behind his shell.
Donatello cried out at that too. Then he was hit on the back of the head and he fell to the ground onto his hurting front side. His arm had been let go of.
Normally he wasn't that easy to take down in a fight, but he had been weakened prior to this fight.
When he tried to get up, he turned over to look at his attackers. All five of them were standing over him. He saw one with a big hammer in his hands and dreaded the worst. His right arm hurt from having been twisted.
The man with the hammer came forward. "Now its my contribution time."
Donatello instantly tried to push himself away from his attacker, he tried to walk but his legs were too weak.
The man kept following him until he was against the wall again. Then the man brought the hammer down onto the turtle's left leg.
Donatello couldn't help but cry out so loud at the bone crushing that happened. Now this would be a severe problem.
"You got him good. Now he won't be able to get away so easily." One of the man's comrades commended him.
Donny cradled his injured leg, but it put pain into his already aching belly again.
"And to add on to the joy of this moment, get him down onto his back."
Donatello heard that and instantly recoiled. "NO!"
Two of the men came forward and grabbed Donny's arms and began to get him onto his shell.
"Agh! Don't do this to me!" Donatello struggled, but it was no use.
The men were able to get him onto his back all too easily. Donatello looked up at the humans with absolute fear in his eyes. He tried to free his arms and wiggled his body to get free, but he couldn't with the iron grip they had on his arms.
The final man with a weapon, a hard metal bat, came forward and he looked at the scared turtle, breathing so hard.
Donatello feared the worst. He feared where that bat was going to be used on him.
The man felt no remorse looking into Don's scared eyes. Then he raised his bat into the air and looking at the turtle's aimed body target.
From where he was aiming that he could see, Donatello had a feeling he knew what he was going to hit. "Agh!" He groaned in fear, then closed his eyes.
The bat was brought down exactly where he thought it was going to be brought down. It scored onto Donatello's already bruised belly.
The genius turtle cried out in pain again. His struggles in the men's arms ceased as he went limp. His face was in a grimace that showed complete discomfort.
The two men holding his arms waited for their orders.
Lenny stepped into the room. "Good work, boys. Got some good payback going for him."
Donatello opened his eyes for a moment. His vision was blurry, then he closed them again. His main concentration was trying to breathe.
Lenny looked down at the winded turtle. "What's a matter, Turtle? Can't breathe?"
Donny opened his eyes and gave him a hard glare and a struggled breath.
"You deserve everything you're getting, Turtle, after what you did to me."
"What- did I- do?" Donatello asked in gasps.
"Tie his arms behind him first." Lenny ordered.
The man holding his right arm twisted his arm again. "OW!" Donny cried out.
"Get onto your stomach if you know what's good for you!"
The man holding his left arm let go, giving the poor turtle access to roll over ever so painfully. The man holding his right arm still had it in a twisting grip. He took a hold of it and another man handed him some rope.
Donatello struggled to breathe through the pain he was in and he felt the man sit down onto his shell. He moaned in pain. He felt the rope being put on his right wrist. His left arm was still out to the side, but then it was grabbed and pulled behind him too, rope being added on. The rope was tied real tight and many times and carefully so the turtle wouldn't be getting them off unless they took them off.
"There is your prize turtle."
"Good work." Lenny said.
As Donatello laid on the floor, he knew he was helpless. He felt the weight lift off his back. His hands were tied behind him and he had an injured stomach and he was sure his left leg was broken. His right arm throbbed from being twisted.
"Roll him over." Lenny said. "On his side facing me."
The big man rolled him over to his side. Donatello let out a good painful groan as he was moved. He was against the wall. He looked up at his captors and tormenters.
"You said- you would- tell me- what you- wanted- with me." Donatello said in a low tone, trying to maintain his breathing. The pain in his belly had still not leveled out.
"Yes, I did, didn't I." Lenny said. "But after two blows, did you figure out what I want with you?"
"You- want to- hurt my stomach, and- then- kill me." Donatello said weakly.
"Give the turtle a prize! But no, I don't want to kill you, at least not right away. There's still more to your punishment. And to the answer you want to know." Lenny said.
Donatello could only watch as he saw the man begin to pull up his shirt.
"You did these to me!" Lenny yelled at Donny as he pointed out scars across his abdomen.
"I never- did that- to anyone." Donatello tried taking deep breaths to try to control the pain in his belly.
"Bullcrap! A while back, you used that stick of yours in my stomach many times and a few of those times, you hurt some of my organs! You nearly cost me my life twice at least with that! Now I'm returning the favor!" Lenny shouted at the pained turtle on the floor.
Now Donatello knew that this guy wanted to hurt his internal organs. He knew he needed to get out of here, but even with his hands loose, there would be no way he could manage it with a broken leg. A chill penetrated his stomach besides the pain it already experienced. His breathing picked up.
"Take him to the dissection room. I'm going to finish this with what you did to me." Lenny growled.
"No! Please don't." Donatello pleaded.
Two men came forward to get him. Donatello pulled his legs up toward his middle to try to protect his belly.
"Get up!"
Donatello couldn't do anything but lay there. "I said, get up!"
The bigger of the two men reached down and grabbed Don's right arm and began pulling him to his feet again.
"Ahhh!" Don cried in pain. The other man now grabbed his other arm, holding him up.
As soon as he was on his feet though, Donny couldn't help but let another pained yelp escape as his weight was forced onto his injured leg too. He lifted the injured foot up, but the men were so forceful with him that he was forced to walk on the injured foot. He limped on it.
"Not so fast, yet. Hold him still." Lenny said.
Donatello looked warily at the man, wanting to know what he was going to do next. He had his injured leg lifted up just standing there.
"This is my own contribution before the best part coming next." Lenny said, walking up to the scared and injured turtle. He had the bat in his hands now. Donatello knew what he was going to do.
Donatello began a struggle anyway, trying to protect his pained belly. "Agh! Don't hit me, please!"
Lenny ignored his pleas, but did like the turtle pleading. He prepared the bat for its target.
The men held onto Donny's arms tighter so their boss could get his target.
Aiming it just right, Lenny finally jabbed his arms real fast, and the bat was jabbed head first into the turtle's already hurt stomach.
Donatello grunted in pain again. He fell to his knees in the men's arms.
"I'm going to make this an experience you won't soon forget, Turtle." Lenny said. "Now take him."
Donny was so winded and weak that he was dragged from the room this time. The men were not gentle as they kicked his injured leg while they dragged him to the next room. With bleary eyes, Donny saw what was in the room. He felt panic on top of pain coming from the pit of his stomach.
Beta read by Turtlefanforlife1982.
