Shredder wanted to know everything about Donatello, how many they were, what kind of weapons were at their disposal, everything that could determine whether they were a threat or not. When he realized that they weren't, he allowed Leonardo to take Donatello away, declaring that he now was under Leo's command.

As they walked back, Leo stopped to retrieve a shackle before they went to his room again.

Donnie prayed to whoever was listening that his sensei would forgive him for telling their secrets. It would have been more honourable to die, and he had no doubt that if he’s been alone he would have.

He only hoped that his sacrifice could keep Mikey safe.

Now he was under Leo’s command. He didn’t know what to think about that, he wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but he wasn’t looking forward to finding out.

He vaguely registered that they were heading back towards Leo’s room.

Once inside, Leo pushed him up plastron first against the wall next to his bed. "Stand still."

He let out a small yelp of surprise, nodding his head to show that he understood. He didn’t know what was going on, but he doubted that it would pleasant.

Leo reached down, putting the shackle around Don's ankles before attaching it to the wall on a metal ring.

Don’s eyes went wide, turning his head as much as he could while keeping his plastron pressed to the wall.

Finally, Leo moved away, looking at Don with dark eyes. "If it wasn't clear already, I don't trust you."

“The feeling is mutual.” Donnie assured him. “You’ve already deceived me once. At least you master honoured his word.”

Leo gritted his teeth, raising his hand and backhanding the other across the face.

Donnie winced but took the hit, his hands clenching into fists. “We may both be mutant turtles. But that’s where our similarities end.”

"You're in no position to speak that way to me. Make no mistake, vermin, my master didn't make you a part of our clan, he made you a slave of it. And you better start acting accordingly."

“I honour our agreement.” Donnie snapped. “As long as Mikey is alive I belong to your Master.” The anger faded from his voice as he spoke of his brother. His face only showed his concern as he rested his forehead against the wall.

"My brother and I have power over 'Mikey' too, so you better make sure we're pleased with your efforts as well, or there's no telling what could happen."

“Don’t hurt him.” Don shivered involuntary, hearing his little brothers name from Leo’s mouth sounded wrong. “You call the other turtle your brother. Wouldn’t you do the same for him in my position?”

Leo stared at him, but instead of answering his question he said: "In the Foot clan, you earn your respect, and start at the bottom." He pointed at Don. "Right now, you are of the lowest rank. Do you understand what that means?"

“That I have no control of my own life. I’m a slave.” His eyes shut tightly, somehow saying the words made it worse then knowing them.

"Exactly." Leo watched him a moment, then moved to sit on his bed. "You can sleep on the floor. I'll give you something to sleep on once you've earned it."

Donnie nodded, sliding down the wall to sat on the hard floor, his shell leaning against the foot of the bed facing away from Leo. He lowered his head into his arms, curling up as tight as his shell allowed.

Once again the other watched him, then he turned off the lights, taking off his gear and getting under the sheets to rest himself.

Don pulled the black kimono off, curling up on the floor and using it to throw over him like a blanket.

There was no way he could fall asleep though, his mind was racing with thoughts of his family. Their father would be out of his mind with worry and he had no idea what was happening with Mikey. It wasn’t fair that Mikey had to suffer.

Donnie felt like everything that happened to his brother was personally his fault. If he’d told Shredder what he wanted to know right away then Mikey wouldn’t be hurt. His guilt only got worse as he realised there was hardly any physical damage to himself… Only to Mikey.

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The next morning, Don received a kick to the side. "Get up."

Donnie woke up with a loud yelp as he gripped his side, taking a few seconds to work through his confused mind and remember where he was. He hadn’t long managed to finally doze off.

"I said get up." Leo repeated, giving him another kick.

Don’s movements were sluggish, stumbling to get to his feet and forgetting to grab his kimono. He whimpered slightly, rubbing his sore side as sleep-deprived eyes focused on Leonardo.

Leo's eyes were unsympathetic as he reached down to release Don from the shackles. "Get dressed." He spoke as he straightened up.

Don almost fell over as he grabbed the fabric from the floor. It took him a couple of attempts to put the kimono on properly, but by the time he’d managed he was more awake. Out of instinct he brought his hand up to check his mask, frowning as he remembered that it had been taken the day before.

When he was done, Leo pointed towards a bucket with water and a scrub brush. "I want you to clean this floor, and I expect you to be done when I get back so you can clean my brother's room too. Understand?"

He nodded and made his way over to the bucket. He supposed there was worst things he could be expected to do then cleaning duty.

Leo watched him to make sure he started, but then he made his way to the door. "Don't even think about escaping. Even if you do manage to break the lock to this door, this place has the tightest security in the city. You can't get out - and any attempts to will only make your brother suffer more."

"I gave my word." Donnie snapped. "I'll honour it."

"You better." Leo said, before leaving, slamming the door shut and locking it behind himself.

With a sigh Don got to work, scrubbing the floor. He looked at the door, he had no intention or breaking his word, but he was tempted to pick the lock just to make a point that he was here willingly and not trapped.