How to traumatize three mutant turtles in 5 easy steps :D
TW: Blood, Gore, Cannibalism,
Shredder's gaze falls upon the three mutant turtles: Raphael, Donatello, and Leonardo.
The turtles are strapped to their chairs, their legs bound but their arms free.
The Shredder walks over to their table and places three steaming bowls of soup in front of them.
"Eat," he growls, his voice laced with menace.
Raphael glares defiantly at Shredder, his eyes narrowing. "Why should we?" he snarls.
Shredder chuckles darkly. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough. But make no mistake, boys. Eat or else." His tone turns threatening.
"Where is Mikey?" Leo growls. "I swear, if you've hurt him..." His voice trails off, but his body language is threatening.
"Ah, so you're worried about your little brother, are you?" Shredder sneers. "Don't worry, I haven't harmed him."
"Where is he then?" Donnie demands.
Shredder leans in close to Donnie, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you eat this soup, I might just tell you where your brother is.
As the minutes tick by, the heat of the soup and the aroma filling their nostrils begin to take their toll on the four turtles.
Their resolve weakens, and they slowly begin to give in.
First, Leo takes a tentative sip, then Donnie follows suit.
Finally, Raph looks at Shredder, anger and desperation warring in his eyes. He takes a deep breath and takes a drink of the soup.
As they drink the soup, Raph finds some sort of meat in his.
He chews the meat carefully, feeling the texture with his tongue. It's warm and tender, almost melting in his mouth.
He swallows, feeling the heat of the soup spreading through his body. Then, he glances up at Shredder, defiance burning in his eyes.
Shredder looks at Raph with a satisfied grin. "Good boy. Now, tell me, what did you think of the soup?" He asks casually, as if he were discussing the weather.
Raph grunts noncommittally, still glaring at Shredder. "What's in it?" he growls.
The Shredder chuckles darkly. "Oh, just some special ingredients. Nothing to worry about."
Leo finishes his soup quickly, his gaze darting to Shredder.
"Now where is our brother?" he asks, trying to sound tough but fear creeping into his voice.
The Shredder presses a button on his gauntlets, and the chains fall from their legs, freeing them.
"Your brother is in the kitchen," he says, gesturing toward the door.
As the turtles rush into the kitchen, their hearts pounding
They find Mikey lying on the table, his eyes dull and lifeless.
His entire chest is carved open,
organs are hanging out of his body, held in place by crude chains and shackles.
His ribs are cracked and broken, revealing the torn muscle and tissue beneath.
Blood pools on the table, mixing with the remains of his organs.
A long, jagged knife lies next to him, covered in gore.
Raph and Donnie rush over to Mikey, horror filling their eyes.
Leo slowly approaches, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
Shredder watches them from the doorway, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "I hope you enjoyed your soup," he says, "because good turtle meat is hard to come by."
Leo falls to his knees beside Mikey, tears streaming down his face. "No... no, please..." He reaches out a trembling hand to touch his brother's cheek, feeling the cold, clammy skin.
The sight of Mikey's carved-open chest, the blood and organs on the floor, are burned into his brain.
Raph, unable to look away from Mikey's mutilated body, realizes what the strange meat in the soup was.
His stomach churns as he remembers the tender, warm texture of it.
Bile rises in his throat as he thinks about how it felt in his mouth.
Raph's hands tremble as he looks at Mikey. "The soup... it was..." He trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
The realization of what they've just eaten hits him like a ton of bricks.
Donnie, unable to contain his revulsion, vomits all over the floor.
The hot, burning bile mixes with the blood and organs from Mikey's open chest, creating a sickening stew.
He wipes his mouth, his face pale and drawn. "Oh, God... oh, God..." he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief.
Shredder watches them from the doorway, a cruel smile playing on his lips.