Zane could only assess his situation through his touch, which was the only sense that seemed to be working as of then. His hearing was functioning, he could tell that through the sound of his breathing, but there was a blindfold tightly tied over his eyes, the rough fabric scraping against his skin as his face muscles moved. His wrists were chained behind him low enough that he was forced to stay kneeling, and there was also a metal band around his neck that was attached to the cuffs, hindering the movement of his upper body. From the grittiness on his knees, he inferred he was on a stone floor, but only time could tell.

His internal clock ticked the hours away, the small display feeling oddly bright against the dark background of the blindfold. It was early morning, as he was aware he had gone to bed in the Bounty that night, and had woken up in his current situation only a few hours later. Time passed painfully slow, knowing the exact hour down to the millisecond making each passing second feel like a year.

Zane wasn't usually the type to get nervous, but the practical sensory deprivation he was experiencing was enough to make his fingers anxiously twitch behind his back. His throat strained against the metal band as he swallowed, mouth painfully dry. He hummed a little tune quietly, something from a commercial that Jay tortured the crew with by singing it while he cooked, cleaned, or did anything remotely monotonous. It usually made him feel slightly agitated, but he longed to hear Jay's voice now. Any change from the deafening silence would be wholeheartedly welcomed by the Ice Ninja.

Just as he finished the third run-through of the jingle, he heard footsteps in the distance. His stomach immediately convulsed with nerves, the dryness in his mouth more apparent than before. Eventually, a door creaked open, the hinges clearly needing to be oiled, and the figure made no sound other than the thud of the biped's footsteps on the stone floor.

Cold hands practically ripped the blindfold off of his face, and he blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of an overhead bulb. Lord Garmadon was holding the blindfold, which was revealed to be burlap, in one hand before he threw it to a corner of the cell, where it fell in a crumpled heap.

Garmadon was lazily twisting the handle of a sword between two of his palms, almost disinterested with the whole situation. Zane, not wanting to incite a conflict, repressed his anger and fear and put on a blank countenance, one he often wore during petty arguments with the rest of the ninja crew. He desperately hoped they had woken by now and had discovered his absence.

"What, cat got your tongue?" Garmadon smiled, fangs glinting under the harsh artificial light. "I merely require information. Nothing too hard, I promise. Not freely giving me such will not end in your favor."

Zane bit the inside of his cheek, racking his brain for anything that Garmadon would possibly want.

"You are Wu's most mature student. The most tactful, the most trustworthy. If anyone would have information on the full prophecy of the Green Ninja, it would be you," The Dark Lord rested the tip of his sword on Zane's nose, the Ice Ninja's pale skin reflected on the blade. Light danced across his forehead as Garmadon slightly swiveled the weapon, a sharp pinprick of pain making the Ice Ninja inwardly wince as a drop of blood pooled on the bridge of his nose.

"I would hate to use force against you, as my son seems to genuinely care for all of you, but I will do what it takes, even if it means we have to get a little messy."

A quick swipe from a black, leathery finger smeared the Nindroid's blood onto his right cheek, where it blended with pale flesh. Zane's power source hummed almost violently in his chest, more of a pounding feeling as Garmadon moved the sword to slice a thin cut over the blonde's left eyebrow. Zane squeezed his eye shut as a small, red trickle threatened to mix with his crystal blue irises, his right eye now wide and tracking both figures' movements, paranoia beginning to manifest in his mind.

"Now, let's start simple. What does the prophecy of the Green Ninja state?"

Zane swallowed his fear and stared Garmadon down, steadying his breathing slowly. The longer he could stay calm, the better. Garmadon calmly leaned closer, so close that Zane could smell his breath as he exhaled.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" Garmadon knelt, and pressed his sword slowly into the Ice Ninja' side, the sharp edge slowly cutting a strip of synthetic skin away from the metal innards. Zane's sharp intake of air was all the confirmation the elder needed to knew that it was hurting more than the Ice Ninja anticipated. "What does the prophecy of the Green Ninja state?"

"That-" Zane gasped as the blade stopped its advancement to let him speak, the sword resting in his skin. "That there is one ninja destined to rise above the rest and defeat the dark lord."

"Liar," Garmadon sharply twisted the edge, digging into Zane's vulnerable inner workings. "There has to be more. My son is destined to defeat me, and there is nothing else to warn me as of how? You are withholding information."

"No, please, I-" Zane was cut off by a small whimper as the blade went deeper, and he felt the device that functioned as his stomach begin to rupture. The Dark Lord pulled the blade out, Zane's blood turning the side of his pajamas, which happened to be white like the rest of his clothes, a bright red, the color pooling on the floor next to his knee. The Ice Ninja's power source frantically whirred, trying desperately to analyze and initiate repairs to prevent any more blood loss. Garmadon simply sat back and watched with gleeful eyes as Zane shuddered, vision practically going red with warnings.

"Anything else?" The elder mused, wiping his sword clean on his pant leg. Zane moved his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, shock prevailing.

"In that case, I'll be back shortly," He stood, and exited just as he had entered, with a creak and a thud. Zane felt the first of the tears leak out of his eye, despite his fear of worse injury if Garmadon saw him in a state of weakness. He let out a few shuddering gasps as he tried to cope with the intense concentration of agony in his side, the warnings of system failure practically taunting him.

Garmadon, as promised, was only gone for a brief moment, holding a rectangle in his left hand and the all too familiar sword in the other. Zane eyed him now with panic, watching silently as the Dark Lord pressed something on the box, and a few prongs sprung up from one end.

"Anything new to tell me?" Garmadon tried once more, although Zane could see his missed his window of opportunity, the man was sure to be doubtful of anything he said now.

Zane could only let out a choked sob as the metal prongs were stuck into his wound, violent electric shocks terrorizing his body as he spasmed in the grasp of his chains. When the attack ceased, he was left slumped in his bonds, aftershocks coursing through his veins, vision darkening.

"Aw, the little robot can't even hold his head up anymore," Garmadon cooed patronizingly, lifting Zane's chin in cold fingers. Some of the Ice Ninja's hair was matted and crimson from the forehead cut having bled towards his ear, and his eyes were drooping without the willpower to keep them open. "It's okay, I'm sure you'll be remembered as stronger than you really were."

Zane whimpered softly as another hand found its way towards his waist, gripping the flesh with jagged nails. "Perhaps if pain won't get you to talk... then something else will."

Zane barely processed the statement, mind foggy from the electric shock, but not out enough to lose his sense of horror as Garmadon worked a hand under the hem of his stained pajama pants. A third hand pushed Zane's chest backwards, until he was practically on his back with his head at an awkward angle against the wall, his head pounding, not able to comprehend the situation.

The fourth worked with the second to slide the fabric off of his legs with a sickening sound, leaving the Ice Ninja in his boxers with a new realization making absolute terror flood his body.

"No, please-" Zane found himself begging, only to have the Dark Lord silence him with a hand wrapped around the pale column of his throat. Tears leaked freely from his tightly shut eyes as fingers palmed his ass before tentatively working their way around his hole, not yet completely violating the Ninja of Ice. He twisted violently in his bonds as a single finger breached him, dry and painful. It burned against his naturally cold interior, and Zane openly cried as a second one joined the first, making scissoring motions for a minute or so before pulling out.

Zane let himself believe that was the end of the torture for a moment before his boxers were fully pulled down and something much bigger took their place. A steady hand slowly stroked the Ice Ninja's cock as Garmadon's dick pushed into the broken and dying body beneath him, which writhed in pain and fear as he felt his flesh tear around the intrusion.

Garmadon, once fully sheathed inside of the boy under him, braced himself on the floor on either side of the blonde's head before beginning to thrust into the Nindroid with a pleasured grunt accompanying each movement.

Zane was now fully sobbing, the pain of Garmadon's moving cock inside him plus the twisted pleasure on his own proving to be too much for his already overwhelmed system, and his optics were slowly failing him as his body shut down from blood loss and pain. His power percentage slowly ticked down, each dropping level making the Ice Ninja painfully aware that his last few moments would be spent being violently raped by his sworn enemy, and he mentally recorded goodbye messages to his friends, incase they could salvage any part of his memory. He knew the elder was getting close, as his stabbing thrusts became uncoordinated and more powerfully, forcing his cock deeper into the weeping boy who could only writhe in agony as blood leaked from his abused and torn opening.

As he reached one percent away from full system failure, he felt the organ inside of him spasm, and a disgusting heat flooded his lower body as Garmadon panted through his orgasm, semen mixing with Zane's blood as his power level finally hit zero, releasing the Ice Ninja into blissful silence, pain slipping away into the quiet calmness of death.