If I thought the first tape scared me, I was wrong to think that I knew fear at all...

Raph's body still lays on the experiment table, only he's not just a body anymore... it's really Raphael.

In his state of comatose, he whispers names... Our names... My name.

And when his eyes open... his beautiful eyes of golden emerald seas... they recognize no family, only the pure terror of being in the clutches of his worst enemy. Without any comfort, without anything to defend himself, without any explanation... Disturbed from death, woken from what was suppose to be an eternal sleep. I can almost feel the entire universe tearing itself apart by looking at the expression on his face.

I feel like I'm there with him... As if I'm watching everything from a glass box, without being able to do anything to help. And I suppose... that's exactly what this is. A glass box.

Shredder enters view again, chuckling in his bone-chilling voice as he approaches Raphael. Raph's chest rises and falls rapidly, as he struggles against his own restraints.

"So glad to have you back, Raphael... Such a pity, you seem to remember everything. Not a worry, we'll change that." He simply hovers like a vulture as soldiers hold Raph's head down, and the scientists begin strapping his neck and forehead down to the table. Two wires are placed to each end of his temples as Shredder's henchmen retreat into the shadows.

And at the press of a button, just as quickly as this video appeared by Mikey's hand, Shredder's clutches begin a tidal wave of pain for Raphael... but it's only the start of what we fear to come.

Shock after shock is delivered, little waves of electric blue forcing their way into Raph's head to rattle his very skull. It's a wonder his teeth don't break from how tightly they grit. And as if my mind has been read from the past, a scientist places a leather strap between Raphael's teeth.

I want to scream that he's just woken up... he's just been brought back from the dead, he needs to be taken care of not...

He always needs to be taken care of, never... never this. Never...

For what seems like ages of watching our loved one's neck strain, veins screaming out in a threat to burst at any moment, the shocks still continue until Raphael is on the very brink of passing out. Only then do they stop, and his body trembles under the weight of physical torment.

I can nearly hear his skin sizzling, and I'm sure the spots on his temples will be left with high degree burns...

As if the video hadn't been agonizing enough, Shredder's unbound laughter had to ring throughout the entire thing. I cannot imagine what it must've been like for Raphael... I don't want to imagine it... I don't want to see it! But at the same time... I have to. I have to know what... what he went through. I have to know what I caused. I have to know what I did.