"Slash's Captive" A Raphael X Reader Short Story (TMNT 2012)

-Caught-

~Y\N's View~

For the moment Slash leaves tears filled your eyes without you having to blink.
You dip your head and sob.
Water drips, staining you f\c pants but you didn't care all you wanted more than anything is to be in the strong arms of your lover where you know you are safe.
Now that is not an option and you aren't willing to risk Raph or his brothers' lives by hoping to be rescued.
They don't even know where you are but that doesn't stop them from trying to find you.
You're frightened at what Slash is capable of doing to them especially Raph.
There is nothing you can do but wait for your captor to return.
Or that's what you think.

Then a gleam of light catches your eye.
You cock your head to the left and see through the dim lighting the blade of the pocket knife Slash used to cut you up.
You subside from crying, a wave of uneasiness washes over you as you stare at the crimson layer coating the tip of it.
In an instant an idea generates in your brain.
If you get to the knife you'll be able to use to free you of your bounds.
You observe the distance between you and the object.
It looks to about a foot or so away as it wouldn't be hard to reach if your hands weren't tied behind your back but you are not letting that stop you from trying.
You know you have to figure out a way to pick it up before Slash comes back and fast there's no telling how long he'll be gone.
Filled with determination, you bend one of your legs and stretch it as far as you can towards the blade.
Slowly your foot inches closer to it.

'Come on, just a bit farther.' You thought.

You continue to move your foot causing your weight to shift on your right side.
The sole of your shoe is only an inch or so from the serrated blade when your body gives out.

A muffled grunt releases from your throat while your cheek connects with the solid surface of the floor as you land on your side.

You bite down on the cloth to contain any sounds from coming out, the wounds on your arms sting once they come in contact with the ground which isn't pleasant.

Holding back the tears in your eyes, your gaze is to your feet as you start to move them to the blade.

You put your foot on it and slide it along the floor with little difficulty to you.

Then you roll onto your back, grunting again in response to the agony of the cuts on your arms as they collide with the grime on the floor.

You take in heavy breaths while you do your best to fight the pain and feel around the ground with your hands.

In less than a minute you have the knife in the palms of your hands.

You waste no time to push it in between where your wrists from touching the ropes, it isn't easy but you succeed in doing so as you carefully cut yourself loose.

Seconds tick by and the tightness of the thick twine loosens.

You let out a breath of relief as you bring your arms out from behind your back.

Then you pick yourself up to sit while removing the gag covering your mouth and you rub your wrists in a gentle manner.

You wince at even the slightest touch of your fingertips touching the split open skin on them before you turn your head in the direction of the only exit out of the room you're in.

A smile curves on your lips, you didn't think you'd get this far and thank the universe for giving you a second chance in your head as you walk out of the opening.

You haven't got the time to celebrate your freedom and dash down a long cylinder shaped corridor.

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You heave in rapid gasps for air while running inside one of the many tunnels in the New York City sewer system.

You have no idea where you are going but at least you are away from the clutches of your kidnapper.

Your legs feel like lead and you know you have to slow down soon.
Adrenaline rushes in your veins which the only thing that keeps you moving as you push on despite the weakness of your body.

Suddenly you come to an abrupt stop, the strength of an unknown force hits your shoulder blade knocking you right into a wall.

A low moan slips out of your mouth after your left shoulder slams into it.

You are on the ground and try to recover from the hit.

"Thought you could escape did you?" A familiar voice says.

You let out a startled gasp and twist yourself around your eyes cast upon the muscular mutant creature who is responsible for your imprisonment.

Slashs' shadow towers over you, you tremble with fear and scramble backwards attempting to put as much space you could away from him.

You don't take your eyes off of Slash, clinging to the arched wall behind you while your lip quivers.

"P-Please I-- ahhhhh!" You are cut off by your own screams.

Tears stream down your cheeks as excruciating pain flares in your right ankle.
The heavy weight of Slashs' foot pushes down on it.
You make a grimace on your face before you hear the sound of a bone cracking and release another ear piercing shout.

Quiet sobs come out of your throat as you witness Slash take his foot off your ankle.

"Not so tough are ya?" He says in a mocking tone.

A devilish grin spreads on his face while watching you cope with the pain.

You whimper in agony and hiss in air through your clenched teeth before letting out a silent sniffle as tears shimmer in your glossy eyes.

"Y-You vile monster!" You choke out.

A disgusted scowl spreads across your lips and you shoot him a dirty look through the pain.

"Call me what ya want but if ya ever try to escape from me again I'll break your other leg, understood?" Slashs' eyes narrow to slits as he bores them into you.

This makes him look intimidating to you and suddenly you didn't feel so brave.

Your shoulders shrink downward and a silent whimper leaves your mouth.

"Y-Yes."

A low growl comes out from Slash, he brings out both his fists and puts them together as he cracks his knuckles.

You imagine each cracking sound to be every one of your bones breaking and can't seem to get the image out of your head.

"Good, now this will hurt but I assure ya it won't kill ya." Slash states coldly.

He raises his hand and curls it into a fist.

Your eyes went round and you couldn't control your body from shaking uncontrollably.

"P-Please don't hurt me again!" You beg hopelessly even though you know it is pointless.

You hold up your arms in front of your face to shield you from the incoming attack.

"Quit your whining and hold still."

You could do nothing to stop the giant fist as it flies in your direction.

Knuckles connect with the side of your face before you black out on impact and fall into the dark void of your unconsciousness.