Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo now had the turtle van and were trying to track down Donatello. His turtle com was obviously closed because they couldn't find a signature on it.

Right now, the turtles were on their own in tracking their brother down. Their Sensei, Master Splinter, was on one of his meditation trips right now, which made it all the worse. What if Donatello was hurt? He was a gifted healer and they might need his help.

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Donatello was taken to a surgical room. He saw the table and the surgical tools, he tried to struggle but he was just too weak.

"Oh, no. Please- don't- do this." Donny said weakly.

"This is going to be so fun, Turtle." One of the men said.

The other man then kicked Donny in his injured leg.

"Ah!" Don cried out. He knew now these men were trying to keep him in constant pain. Then he felt something behind him and the ropes were finally cut off, but his arms were kept a hold on. He was brought towards the table.

"No! I won't let- it happen!"

"You don't have a choice."

In his weakened condition, Donatello wasn't in any shape to fight them.

He was finally brought to the table and the big man lifted him just enough to get him on it. The other man got a hold of his legs and quickly strapped them down. The big man had his arms and he pulled them above his head and strapped them down up there. His arms were in a very uncomfortable position with being pulled over the edge of the table. The straps were underneath the table. It ensured that Donatello wouldn't be able to use them.

Donatello looked up at the men nervously. Now his poor belly was completely vulnerable to them.

"The boss will be in shortly to give you your punishment." One said and they backed off and left the room.

Donatello gulped. He looked down at his belly. It was already bruised and aching, inside and out. His plastron could only protect it only so much. He eyed the surgical tools next.

There were scalpels, scissors, knives, and even a buzz saw!

Seeing the saw was what scared Donatello the most. He knew that could cut through a turtle's shell if used surgically and it was going to be used to torture him! He tried to get loose.

His hands were bound so tight he couldn't even feel them much at the moment and his legs were bound too. He couldn't even bring his knees up. Donatello knew that his leg needed much needed treatment. It was starting to turn colors. But he knew it probably wouldn't happen. Being on this table slab, tied down to make sure he was helpless, he was at this man's mercy.

"Oh, why does this man have to do this to me?" Donny asked himself. After what he had been shown and told, he knew he still couldn't possibly have done that to this man. Sure, he knew he struck people in the stomach with his bo, but it was only to stop them from getting to him and for self defense. He didn't think his bo could do that sort of internal damage.

Donatello missed his family. He hoped they would find him and soon. It would be the best if they found him right now. He knew it wouldn't be long before the man stepped into the room and tortured him some more. His body was in plenty of pain and he knew he was not going to be fighting for some time with that broken leg. And right now, he was dreading a much bigger injury to his stomach.

And within moments, he heard a sound and the doors opened. Donny looked up and in stepped Lenny and some assistants.

"What- what are you going to do?" Donatello had gained some of his wind back and managed to ask without gasping for air.

"Repay the favor of what you did to me." Lenny answered.

"But I never gave you those scars."

"No. Surgery technicians did though to get those problem organs out. But it was you that hurt me and made those organs burst! Now, I'm returning the favor!" Lenny said angrily.

"Oh! Don't do this, please. Doing this to me won't give you the organs back."

"No, it won't, but it will make you feel the pain that I went through, and make you think about before you ever do that again to someone else. Nothing happens to your stomach just because it has that protective shell over it. But now, even that shell of yours is not going to be enough to protect what's beneath it." Lenny said as he picked up the dreaded buzz saw. "You see, I did the research into what could cut into a turtle's shell, and this kind of saw was as good as it gets."

"Oh, please don't do this. You've done enough to me that I've learned my lesson." Donatello pleaded desperately.

"I don't think you have, Turtle. I want this to be an experience you're not going to forget for a long time." Lenny smirked, starting up the saw blade. It buzzed loudly and spun so fast.

Donatello watched the saw blade spinning and he didn't even want to imagine what that was going to feel like cutting into his plastron. He felt a chill deep in his stomach alongside the former pain he already had in there. This was already an experience he wouldn't soon forget.

Lenny began approaching the scared turtle. He could see absolute fear in his victim's eyes. He had longed to see that for so long on the one who had hurt him. He wasn't going to offer the turtle any relief from the pain. He could die for all he cared during what he was going to do; but not before he caused this turtle some of the greatest pain he would ever feel.

Donatello saw the saw blade getting closer to his vulnerable stomach and he tried struggling again, but it did no good. This couldn't be happening! It wasn't happening! Donatello closed his eyes tightly, expecting the worst.

Lenny could see that the turtle was preparing for what was to come. He eyed the plastron carefully, about where he was going to cut first, but then, something caught his eye. He looked to the left of the plastron and he saw the green skin exposed. That gave him an idea. He turned the saw off.

When Donatello heard the saw turn off, he opened his eyes. He saw the man walk to the side, but towards the surgical tools. He let out a breath of relief.

"Oh, don't go getting too comfortable, Turtle. I'm just changing tools for a few minutes." Lenny said.

Donatello watched as the man had put the saw down, but then he picked up a knife! He knew his plastron could withstand a knife, but his skin couldn't. But where was the knife going to be used on him?

Lenny came back over to the scared turtle. "I noticed some green flesh showing here and it will become a good target to cut into first."

Donny flinched. He had forgotten how vulnerable that flesh was.

Lenny quickly got the knife ready and steadying it, he lowered it to the turtle's exposed side.

"Agh! Don't!" Donatello cried out. He tried to move his side away from the knife, but it was no use.

The knife made contact with his soft, tender flesh just below what would be his last rib. Donny froze, then Lenny drew the knife down the line in the flesh.

Donatello screamed in pain. Blood had instantly pooled at the surface of the wound. Now Donny could feel the throbbing pain in his side from the knife.

But Lenny wasn't done yet. He did the same to the other side as well.

Donatello could feel liquid pouring down his left side from the wound and knew he was bleeding. If the wounds didn't get sewn up, he would bleed to death. And it wasn't long before he felt it on the right side too. The wounds were long and deep.

"A good job if I say so myself." Lenny admired his handiwork.

Through his pain, Donatello could only glare at the man. Then he saw the man look at him with an evil smirk on his face. Donny gathered up saliva in his mouth and then he spit at the man.

"Yuck!" Lenny said, as the spit caught in his face. "You'll pay for that too, Turtle!"

With the knife still in his hand, Lenny charged the bound turtle and up at his head, he grabbed Donatello by the throat, and with the knife, he slashed the knife across the turtle's right arm.

Donatello gagged, but still let out a cry of pain when the knife slashed his arm. Lenny let go of his throat after that. And it wasn't long before blood was running down from the arm wound too and dripping onto the floor. And by now, blood was pooling on the sides of the table.

Donatello knew he was losing a lot of blood. Dizziness flashed in his head as he also continued to catch his breath back from gagging.

"Now back to the fun." Lenny said. He went back and put the bloody knife down and picked the saw back up. He started it again.

The poor turtle didn't like the sound of that.

Lenny eyed the middle of the plastron.

Donatello looked at him with total terror in his eyes, and especially the saw. He knew what was coming next. The saw was getting closer with each step the evil man took.

Lenny was finally next to his victim and he made a slash on the right upper side of Donny's belly scute. It left a good mark.

"Ah!" Donny let out. He had felt that. But it had only left a mark, it didn't bleed.

But then, Lenny put the saw to the line in the middle of his plastron.

Donatello cried out real loud as the saw began to sink into his plastron. It went in deep.

Lenny began to cut downward.

Donatello couldn't stand the pain any longer, and with blood loss now taking its toll, he passed out from the pain.

When he didn't hear the screaming anymore, Lenny stopped what he was doing. He saw the turtle was not awake anymore. "Check for a pulse. I still want to enjoy this." He said.

One of the assistants went over and felt for a pulse on Donny's throat. "It's still there. He just obviously passed out from the pain."

"Well, when he wakes up then, he's going to be in full bloody pain." Lenny said evilly, then continued to cut into the plastron. He even cut Donny's belt off.

By the time he was done, there were cuts all over Donatello's plastron. The wounds were extreme. Lenny even opened up a scute on the upper right side, trying to find those organs. He found them and they were very similar to a human's.

He cut into some of Donny's organs with a scalpel. He wanted this turtle to suffer. Then he put the scute back in place. Lenny felt satisfied with his work. He took off his surgical gear and looked at his accomplishment from a distance.

Donatello laid on the table unconscious. His body had been horribly mutilated. His sides and stomach were completely covered in blood, and blood dripped from the wound on his arm, that now covered the floor. His face was really pale from blood loss. And his lower leg and ankle had turned colors, indicating of its injury.

Lenny felt happier now that he had accomplished what he wanted. He and his men walked out of the room. He went to find the turtle's phone that he had gotten off of him. He was sure the others had awakened by now and were sure to be looking for their friend.

Lenny found the turtle com and picked it up and opened it. Immediately, there was a beeping signature.

From inside the turtle van, a blip suddenly appeared on the tracking screen. Raphael saw it right away.

"Leonardo! Donatello's turtle com has been activated!" Raphael said.

"Great. Where's it coming from?" Leonardo asked.

Raphael continued to guide the leader to where it was coming from, but then, the screen lit up with a face.

"Who are you?" Raphael demanded.

"Oh, now I see how this thing works. Hello there, Turtles. I am the one who took your purple wearing friend. I owed him some sweet revenge. You can come and get him now, but I must warn you, you might want to bring plenty of blankets and bandages!" Lenny laughed and signed off.

"He's gonna pay for hurting Donatello if he has." Mike said.

"You heard what he said. We have to go back to the lair and get the first aid kit. We don't have a lot of medical supplies in here." Leonardo said.

The trio returned to the lair as quickly as they could and grabbed up blankets and bandages. They got them as quick as they could and followed the turtle com trail again to Donatello.

Lenny and his men quickly got out of the warehouse as they knew the other turtles would be there soon. Lenny was sure he had made the turtle pay for what he had done. He didn't care what happened now.

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