Your Point of View
The faint sound of robotic footsteps slowly, but surely, traveled its way towards your ears. Obviously it being 'the walking sushi', or rather more appropriately named 'Fishface' by your terrapin allies, as he brought you your 'meal': cold ramen.
Of course, it wasn't enough for your slowly-slimming figure. But, it was good enough, considering you've been trapped down here in this dungeon all for at least 2-3 weeks now. Clearly, the Hamatos haven't had any good fortune on their side to be able to rescue you any earlier.
You numbly felt of how Fishface slid your gag down your face, making it hand loosely around your neck, and slowly brought the food towards your hungry mouth. Agonizingly feeding you like a child, you cooperated. Because, after all of this time, what choice would you have now?
"You know, girl," Fishface/Xever Montes's mutant form began speaking as he put more noodles into your starving stomach, "if you were just able to speak a bit, I'd be greatly able to teach you some manners, and force you more greatly to tell us of where your so-called 'terrapin friends' are hiding." Despite his offensive threats, you diligently kept on eating, to not cause any more further troubles with him for later on.
Eventually, you finished. Xever then 'helped' you with having your small glass of water to quench your sore throat and dried-up lips from dehydration for the day/night. You've been unable to tell the time since first being down here.
After replacing your gag over your now partially-moistened lips, Fishface then gathered the meal's dishes and slowly sauntered out of your prison cell & slamming the door harshly. Which didn't do you any justice, since your head was starting to hurt, as it's always been for the while you've been in this tight spot.
Just quickly before he locked the door to your cell, Fishface made one final comment for you to 'ponder over', "Don't forget, girl. Your life now as you know it, depends on your final decision for Master Shredder's offer. And if I were you Norio Kimiko, I'd take it for the sake of your so-called 'loving family clan'." Fishface then locked the door behind himself and made his way on back upstairs.
This whole routine that just merely played out in your mind is just an endless cycle. Only thing was, was that it'd be with different Foot Clan members under Oroku Saki's rule, and with different 'methods' to get you 'talking'. From actually beating you in your cell, to dunking your head under broiling hot/freezing cold waters and interrogated for answers, to the absolute worst that can't even/should never ever even be mentioned at all in this story.
But for now, we'll just leave it at that. You still sitting limp, yet supported by shackles and a wall, in your damp, cold & dark prison cell of Oroku Saki's/Shredder's Foot Clan Headquarters. You with your life, as well as everybody else's that you know and love, hanging in the balance. But only all for a 'simple' decision that would most definitely change your life forever. So for now, let's just leave you there, and hope and pray that the Hamatos haven't given up on you just yet.
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Hey guys, Popstar Queen here!
So yeah, this was just a bit of a filler chapter to get you guys refreshed of where poor (Y/N) was left in. Hopefully you like it, let me know in the comments.
And again, just before I leave this off here, let me just give out a big thanks for all of you guys reading this story. I can't be any more prouder, honestly, when you just know that others out there are sharing their utmost honest thoughts/opinions/comments to make you feel good to be a member on this site. So be proud of it people, cuz I for sure know that I am.
I hope you guys can learn from me, and be able to create your own awesomeness, without rushing it and having it lose its uniqueness/creativity/originality, for others (and yourself) to enjoy for many years to come.
And as always, see you guys in the next chapter, and happy reading!
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