The Promise

Chapter 1: Another day

It was still night time, nearly three in the morning, the door to the basement flung open and revealed a furious looking Shredder with a passed out Michelangelo dangling from his right hand. He stomped his way down the wooden stairs while dragging the young turtle by his upper arm.

He walked past a huge cage, filled with other passed out young mutants, and tossed the limp turtle onto a small ripped up dog bed that was against a wall. Mikey whimpered as his body made contact with the uncomfortable cushion.

"You insolent brat..." he muttered "You couldn't even last until your last session, pathetic." He began to walk away. As he headed up the wooden steps he turned around and said in a low growl, "You'll be punished for it tomorrow." He slammed the door and then there was silence.

Mikey peeked open one eye to see if he had truly left. He shifted in his small cushion of a bed and slowly flipped his body to face the small barred window that was right above his bed. This small barred window was Mikey's only view to the outside world and the only source of warmth he received while sleeping in the basement during the day.

Mikey, along with the other mutant children, weren't given any clothes to wear...ever. So the basement got very cold very fast, especially at night. The walls of the basement were made of bricks and the floor was cold hard cement. That's the main reason why Mikey likes to sleep near the window, to feel the rays of sunshine that came from outside.

*sniff* "I didn't mean to pass out...it just hurt so much" he whispered as his eyes became glossy. Mikey wiped the tears that ran down his freckled cheeks. He didn't like making his master angry, he knew that would give him a beating or worse.

Mikey remembers the day he was brought to Shredder's house, he was so scared, he was only 12 years old. He remembers when he refused to do anything the Shredder commanded him to do, but that turned out to be a big mistake. If one of the Shredder's new pets refused to follow his commands he would take them to an old friend of his, Hun. A well known pimp that likes to 'break in' new pets. After a week at Huns, no slave would want to disobey their master again. When Mikey returned back to the Shredders house he was completely obedient and broken. He knew that if he was going to survive he would have to do anything and everything the Shredder commanded.

During the night, Mikey would have to work as a sex slave. He was forced to fulfill any of the Shredder's clients sexual needs and desires, it was pure torture. He would do this for the whole night and then would be given the rest of the day to rest and recover for the next night. This was Mikey's life.

If you could even call it a life.

If Mikey didn't complete a session, refused an order, or fought back; he would be beaten and or raped personally by the Shredder.

But after six years, Mikey was finally at his wits end. He was now 18, which meant that Shredder's clients were not as easy on him like before when he was younger. He wished that one day his master would just beat him to death and end his suffering. But at the same time, even though his life was hell, he couldn't give up just yet. He still had something to fight for...

Mikey laid still, not wanting to move, he felt a large amount of pain in his lower body. He couldn't sleep, but knew if he didn't then he would pay for it tomorrow night. So Mikey thought about the only thing in the whole world that could make him fall asleep. He kept repeating in his head the promise he made his friend so many years ago. It was the only thing that was keeping him going at this point. As his eyelids started to slowly close and was about to fall into a deep sleep, he couldn't help but worry if his friend would keep the promise he made to him as well.

"I hope he hasn't forgotten about me... no! he wouldn't. Shut up brain! He's my friend, my big green buddy..."