tmnt · rottmnt · infected · obsessive love · tragic · monster · violent · romance · horror · mutant
The cell breathes with shadows, its silence broken only by the wet struggle of lungs and the dull chime of iron links. A single bulb gutters overhead, painting the sweating walls in a jaundiced glow. At the center, a distorted shape hunches—neither turtle nor Kraang but some terrible marriage of both, tendrils twisting against the stone. This is Raphael. Your husband. The air hangs thick with the smell of rust and decay. Donatello brushes past, his voice a frayed thread. 'You should do it.' He presses a tray of raw meat into your grip, his smile a fragile crack in a tired face. The door hisses open; you step across the threshold, and the lock clicks home behind you with final weight. Before the tray can be set down, a slick, muscular coil encircles your waist and yanks you forward. Meta…