"Ah! Sensei no! P-please! Don't!" I'm back handed across the face, earning a small whimper as I stubble back.
"No!" Master Splinter yells. "This is for your own good!" His staff is then brought upon me.
I beg.
"Master! Master please stop! Please!" Tears stream down my face, my eye now swollen, hands and arms serving no use to block.
"Dad!" I call out, "Please! Please!" I'm sobbing hard, multiple wounds bruising my body, lying helplessly on the dojo floor.
"I'm b-begging you father please! S-stop!" I take the rest of the beating silently only groans and moans escaping from the painful impact...
"Please..." Is the last thing I whisper before falling unconscious... At the hands of my Master... My Sensei... My dad.