Raphael whined in his sleep, plagued by memories of his brothers. How he missed them. He'd give anything to be home with them, even watching one of Mikey's dorky Disney movies or Leo's Space Heroes.
"Leo," Raphael muttered. "Leo, oh, Leo. I miss ya."
Rough hands grabbed Raphael around the throat and shoved him up against the wall, reigniting the pain in his shell that had become a dull ache. Now it throbbed, as Raphael woke, his eyes wide and panic stricken. He heard the snap of another scute and his stomach dropped, as he emitted a gargled scream.
There goes another scute, Raphael thought in alarm, as fresh blood gushed from the wound and dripped onto the floor. Fuck. He's gonna kill me. I'm gonna die. I'm only fifteen. I ain't had a real life yet. Is that really how I'm gonna go? Dead at his hands? What did I do ta deserve this abuse? I was only good ta Slash and treated him like a brother. Fuck. I wish I'd listened ta Leo and hadn't given the bastard another chance, but there ain't nothin' I can do. I'm his until I die. I think it's gonna be soon if he keeps this up. I'm never gonna see my bros again and tell them I love them. Never gonna tell Leo I'm sorry for bein' a shit ta him. Leo, I'm so sorry. I wish I'd been a better brother. Now I'm never gonna get the chance ta be.
"Why the fuck did ya mention that asshole?" Slash demanded, glowering at the smaller turtle, who trembled. "You in love with him?"
"No! Let me go. I can't breathe," Raphael said and gasped, his ribs and lungs feeling like they were crushed and on fire, as he struggled to breathe.
Slash released him and continued glaring.
Raphael rubbed his bruised throat and said weakly, "I ain't in love with him. I love ya. It's only been ya. Ya know that. Ya don't gotta be jealous."
"Then why did you mention him, Raphie? Did you and Leo have a thing? Did he fuck you before I did?" Slash asked.
"No. I was a virgin until ya. I swear. I belong ta ya. I'm yers. It was just a dream. I'm yers and that'll never change. I never loved Leo. Not the way I love ya. Ya don't gotta doubt me."
Mollified somewhat, Slash peered down at him, cupped his cheek and said, "That's right. Don't ever forget it, Raphie. You're mine. I own you body and soul."
"I w-won't," Raphael stammered and shivered at his touch. How he hated being petted and treated like a toy, but he wouldn't fight back. He'd promised.
Slash pushed Raphael down hard, climbed onto him and kneed his legs apart, his dick lined up at Raphael's entrance.
Raphael screeched, as his injured shell fell onto the mattress and tears welled in his eyes.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Slash demanded. "You said you love me and you said you want me, so why are you crying like a weak pathetic creature?"
"Look at me, Slash," Raphael wept. "Look at me. I'm covered in filth, blood, I'm broken, battered, snivellin', a huge mess."
"You're beautiful this way," Slash said and stroked his cheek. "Besides you like the pain, so stop pretending you don't. You should see yourself. This is you. The real Raphie. You know it. You never were the Alpha you projected. That was just a farce. You deserve this and me. You deserve all of it and you want it. Now be a good whore and part your legs."
"Slash, I'm gonna die if ya don't treat my wounds," Raphael said and gritted his teeth at the blinding pain that surged through him. The first fracture had been bad enough, but the new one was far worse and if untreated, he had a feeling that an infection could set in, his carapace could crack and death could follow.
"Don't be so melodramatic. They'll heal."
"They w-won't. Look, ya gotta help me. I won't try ta escape. I'm yers forever, but if ya don't do somethin' ta help me, an infection is gonna set in and I'm gonna die."
"What am I supposed to do? Take you to a vet? You'll heal, Raphie. Part your legs."
Raphael gritted his teeth again and said in a broken voice, "I won't. I'm gonna die. The body can only take so much. Ya've already done a number on me, Slash, and I can't take much more. Ya know as well as I do that the shell's important ta a turtle and death can result if it's injured. Do ya want me ta die?"
"No. I want my family with you. You can't die. You're mine. You hear me? You won't die!" Slash yelled.
"Donnie would usually," Raphael said and stifled a sob, "Fix me. He's the doctor, but he can't, so ya gotta help me. How can I honor my promise if I die, huh? I wanna honor my promise, Slash, and I…I don't wanna leave ya. I wanna give ya the family we talked 'bout," Raphael lied. "I love ya, Slash, and if ya love me, ya'll help me. Please. I'm relyin' on ya," Raphael added, his green eyes boring into Slash's brown ones. "Ya always claimed ta love me. Now show me. Please."
"What do I have to do?"
"I saw a program on TV about a snappin' turtle, who had a large tear in the skin between her neck and carapace, as well as a fracture of the carapace. They drilled a hole in the nucal and marginal scutes just above the skin tear. They managed ta…." Raphael paused, clenched his teeth in pain and said, "Suture the skin back into place usin' the drilled holes as anchors. They cleaned the wound in the fracture area ta remove debris and dead tissue and then put screws on either side of the broken shell. They then wrapped wires 'round the screws and tightened them ta hang the broken edges close together, like braces. They wrapped the defect in calcium hydroxide paste ta protect the bone and covered the entire area with quick-dryin' epoxy."
"Where the hell am I going to find all of that, Raphie? We're in the middle of nowhere."
"I don't know. Every parta me hurts, Slash," Raphael rasped. "I'm feelin' weaker with every passin' second. "Ya gotta do somethin' before it's too late. I can't walk. All I can do is lie here and wait for my death. Help…"
Raphael's voice trailed off, as he lost unconsciousness.
Slash looked at his quarry and shook him by the shoulders. "Wake up, Raphie!" he shouted. Getting no response, he frowned and went to look for the items.
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Slash rummaged in all of the drawers and cupboards in the cabin, finding antiseptic, cloths, epoxy, screws and wires. He was also stunned to find quick-drying epoxy and calcium hydroxide paste. It was odd that a park ranger would have those items, but that didn't matter. Now he could help his Raphie, even if he thought the emerald skinned turtle was being a drama queen about his injuries.
Slash looked for a drill, but remembering that the cabin had no electricity, he frowned. How would he operate on his omega without one? An idea hit him. Nails. He could shove the nail deep into his prey and then do whatever else was required. Surely it'd still work. It had to. There were no other options.
He gathered the tools and returned to the bedroom.
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Slash entered the bedroom, placed the items on the bed and inspected a still passed out Raphael's injuries.
The emerald skinned turtle had been right all along about the extent of his injuries. Deep fractures to his scutes that could result in the cracking of his carapace and death if untreated.
Raphael also had two broken legs and a broken arm, but Slash would tend to that later. Well, just his arm. His prey didn't need to walk and he wouldn't. Not now. Not ever.
Slash cleaned Raphael's wounds with the antiseptic, making sure he thoroughly disinfected them and got rid of the debris and dead skin. It was a grisly job, but he had to do it or he'd lose his prey. He'd finally managed to have Raphael and he was never going to let him go. Not to this. Not to anything ever.
He picked up a nail that was smaller than the screws, attached a screw to it with a screwdriver and drove it deep into Raphael, who woke, screamed and looked at him fearfully, his eyes brimming with tears.
"They had a drill, but we don't have electricity, so I have to use nails, Raphie," Slash said.
"D-do what ya gotta do," Raphael stammered.
"We don't have anesthetic either."
"I know. Do it, okay? I'll deal."
"I will. You aren't dying on me, Raphie. I won't let you. Hold still," Slash said and drove another nail into his omega, who sobbed again.
Raphael shut his eyes and tried to block out the excruciating pain, as more nails were driven into him. Damn it. Maybe he should give up and die. Was honoring his purpose worth all the torment he was enduring? Was it really? He could tell Slash he'd accepted his death, let Slash fuck him and drift off into sweet oblivion, but then what would happen to his brothers? Slash would no doubt kidnap them and would subject them to abuse. Perhaps even worse than his own. He couldn't let that happen to them. No.
I'm gonna make it, Raphael resolved. I'm going ta fight, do all Slash wants and maybe someday I'll get ta see my brothers. Maybe someday Slash will trust me enough ta let me see them. Even if it's just once ta tell them I love them.
Slash finished with the nails and got the wires. He wrapped them around the screws and tightened them to hang the broken edges together. He wrapped the defect in calcium hydroxide paste to protect the bone and covered the area with quick-drying epoxy.
The process had only taken fifteen minutes, but it'd felt like an eternity to a traumatized Raphael, who couldn't help blubbering throughout it all.
"Is it over?" Raphael asked.
"Yes," Slash said and stroked his cheek. "All over. You should heal, but it'll take a long time. I want to look at your other injuries."
"Thank ya. I'm grateful."
"You should be. It was such a hassle. You really are a nuisance, Raphie. If you'd behaved, it wouldn't have happened."
Slash fetched cardboard, scissors, towels for padding, bandage, roller gauze and tape from the bathroom. He had a medical kid there. Then he returned to the bedroom.
He picked up Raphael's broken arm and said, "I'm going to splint it. It might hurt, so relax."
"Been through worse," Raphael said courageously. "And I didn't cry."
"Rubbish. You bawled like a baby the entire time I worked on you, so stop pretending you're a brave, macho guy. You're not."
"That was different. It was my body, my scutes. Ya ever had nails driven into ya without no anesthetic and fractured scutes? It's hell, Slash. The worst pain I ever felt and ya did it ta me."
"I'm not going to apologize. You deserved it for disrespecting me, Raphie. You're lucky I'm even helping you. I could let you die and go find your brothers. It'd be less trouble. Now shut up or I won't fix your arm and you won't be able to wipe your own ass."
"I'm sorry. Don't look for them. I'll keep quiet."
"I'm so glad we understand one another. Never question me and only speak when you're spoken to. Very easy rules to follow. Even a moron like you can grasp them, Raphie."
"Y-yes, Slash," Raphael stammered.
"It's Master to you."
"Master."
"Good whore."
Slash asked Raphael where the location of the break was. Then he cut the cardboard splint to the right size, shaped the splint to fit the arm, folded it to wrap around the arm and bent the splint to fit around the elbow. He then finished the splint by folding the remaining flaps around and taped them in place.
Padding was the next step.
Slash padded the splint with towels and positioned Raphael's arm into it, checking that it was snug, but not tight. He placed roller gauze in Raphael's hand to maintain the position of function.
Raphael curled his fingers slightly and the position of function had been achieved.
Slash filled the voids around the broken arm with more towels. Then he secured the splint around the broken arm with roller gauze and tape. He noticed the arm was now immobilized.
Slash made Raphael check the functionality of his hand with regards to movement, circulation and sensation.
"All good," Raphael said. "Thank ya, Master. I feel much happier knowin' it's been treated."
"Great. I'm going to get some food. You need to eat."
"Are ya gonna treat my legs?"
"Hell no. What, so you can escape when you think I don't notice? No way. You don't need to walk, Raphie. Your shell is a different story and so is your arm, so you can feed yourself and don't die on me. See, I still believe that there's a part of you, who'll try to resist and escape if given an opportunity, despite your promise to me. I'm not fixing your legs. See? I do know you. You say you're all broken and what not and then when I least expect it, your fucking stubborn pride makes a return and you flee. I won't let that happen. Not now or ever. I'll be back now with the grub."
"I wish I'd died," Raphael said miserably.
"Oh, really? If you had, I'd have gone after your brothers. I still can, so no funny business from you, Lisa."
"Lisa?"
"I like the name Lisa and that's your new name from now on. Lisa. If you refuse and question me, I'll find your brothers. I'll start with Leonardo. I'll rape him and fill him up with my seed. He'll bear my young. You see he's intersex as well. I like that very much. I'll call him Bluebelle, I think. Get it? The ex-leader in blue."
"Leo's intersex?"
"He is, Lisa. Hmm. I think I'll go find him now."
"No. I'll answer ta Lisa. Ya don't need Leo or Mikey. Ya just need me," Raphael said quickly, terrified Slash would follow through with his threat.
"Good pet," Slash said and condescendingly stroked Raphael's tail. "I'll see you now with the food."
Slash left the room.
Now I'm Lisa, Raphael thought. I don't wanna be called by a chick's name, but I got no choice or he'll look for the guys. Hey. Is he callin' me that ta prepare for my life as a mommy? Or is he callin' me that, because I'm turnin' into a chick and Raphael ain't gonna be no more soon? I ain't gonna turn into a chick, am I? Ain't it enough that I'm abused by Slash, gonna lay eggs and be his omega forever? Do I gotta be a girl as well? Gonna ask him if that's the case.
Slash returned a few minutes later with the food.
"Master, can I ask a couple of questions?" Raphael asked, as Slash sat down on the bed with a steaming plate of beans.
"Fine," Slash said.
"Am I ever gonna see my brothers again?"
"No. They're effectively dead and I'm all you're ever going to need. I thought I made that clear, Lisa."
Raphael blinked back tears at the answer and said, "Why do ya call me Lisa? Is it ta demean me or for another reason?"
Slash smiled meanly and said, "You really want to know? I don't think you can handle the answer."
"I wanna know, because although I'm yer omega I'm still a guy. I got a cock, ya know."
"Not for long," Slash said and grinned sadistically. "It's going to shrivel up, your voice is going to become more feminine and you'll have a feminine body. Just perfect for bearing my young."
Raphael stared at him in astonishment, his eyes wide. Then he screamed, forgetting his promise, as the news overwhelmed him, his shrieks echoing off of the cabin walls and even reaching the woods outside, startling three people, who raced towards the source of the screaming.
A/N Who heard Raph's screams?