Little Miracle

Eighteen

\Freedom/

Mikey's POV
===========

I saw someone rush towards me and pick me up. I felt my my heart race as I saw Shredder pick me up by my throat and slam me to the ground.

I could feel the ground burst under the force of impact, which was me. I could feel my lungs burn at their hasty attempts to suck in oxygen, only to get smashed back onto the ground and lose even more air.

I could hear Shredder's taunting laugh ringing in my mind as I felt myself shake out of his grasp and fall onto the ground.

I then felt myself be picked up by what felt like three different people. It was the footbots, taking me back to the torture room again.

To be whipped.

To be cut.

To be bruised.

To be beat.

To be broken.

But I wouldn't give them any answers. I am not going to sell out my family. I would rather suffer at Shredder's hands for the rest of my life then to tell him anything.

I felt a pair of hands leave and then myself dropped, then to be caught again.

I felt myself start to move once again, heart racing so fast I thought it would burst from my shell. I knew something was going to happen.