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Right after winning a battle against space pirates, Michelangelo ends up being captured, with the pirares claiming with condescending mockery that they were taking him as compensation for the fight and that they'd "take good care of him", before smacking him in the ass and disappearing through a portal to another dimension, more specifically a pocket dimension where no matter how long you've been inside, not much time will pass in the real world once tha portals there all close, and while Michelangelo was kept there, his mates had to quickly find a way to get into that place.
Meanwhile, Michelangelo was taken to the center island of that dimension, it wasn't large, just a lilac void with a few floating islands and a big one in the middle, where the king of the pirates lived, and where unimaginable horrors would be done to him for the pleasure of someone who might as well be greed incarnate.
Once they arrived, he was immediately taken to a mildly protected tower and thrown into a cell like bedroom, windows barred, no lockable doors besides the entrance, and the air was thick with the smell of rotting and blood, which... lo and behold, there was a corpse in there, a woman, several stages deep into decomposing, she was laying on her back, head tilted back but still having enough of a face to frame the despair of her last moments, and it all just stared at him, wide lifeless eyes pierced his soul as he was just able to see the cause of death before being pinned down, a knife to her chest, some barely visible signs of fighting, and a hand limp on the handle, what on earth happened???
Before he could even get the men off his back, one went ahead and just dragged the body out, no regards or care for it's state and tragedy, but there was so much happening at the moment Mikey didn't even get a word in before hearing ominous footsteps coming their way, he fought, with all he had, even tried using his mystic fire, just to be pushed back down and have two forearm cuffs clasped on, and suddenly, why isn't his powers working, it hurts to try, it burns, but the impotent figure just looks down at him, a smirk so wide and creepy it almost overshadows his eyes that glowed with red hellfire, Mikey felt helpless, being held down by 5, if not more, servants, his eyes never leaving the King out of fear that this would be the last thing he ever sees, while barely catching on the fact that he was already being moved again, this time to a bed, the magic cuffs form a chain that traps his arms up in the headboard and the nightmare continues and worsens from there.