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He twisted and turned on the hard ground but his eyes wouldn’t stay shut longer than five minutes before they gradually reopened again to view the city landscape. After about an hour of the same routine he had given up and rested on his shell, staring up at the partly clouded sky. He had to admit, the blue ceiling above him was a beautiful sight to behold. Considering he hasn’t seen much of it, normally being asleep around this time. \n\n\tThe sun was slowly going down and the sky soon turned to multiple colors as it did so and Raph’s eyes gazed at the sight in wonderment. In the whole of his life, he had never had the pleasure of witnessing the beauty of a sun set. He’s read about it, seen pictures of it. But being there personally could outdo all those experiences, and he wasn’t so ungrateful for being awake at that moment. \n\n\tEventually his mind wandered to other subjects[s]---[/s] much to his discomfort. He tried his hardest to avoid the thoughts that manage to seep into his subconscious but again, he had lost the battle.\n\n\tThe fact that he had no clue where Leo was or what he was doing at this point left him slightly unsteady.\n\n\tHe was hoping that dumb ass vampire hunter wasn’t wandering around the streets of New York just for the heck of it. He should well know that his presence in this city day or night is very risky. He cursed himself under his breath for leaving. Sure, Leo didn’t seem to mind him being there. He could have protected him easily if he kept him under his watch. Though he didn’t want to become a nuisance with himself. \n\n\tEven though he knew very well that it was the best decision that he left. Leo wanted to forget what happened between them a few weeks ago. He didn’t want to be anywhere around him if he didn’t have the authority to touch him he knew his body was craving. \n\n\tThough he didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would have. Leo had no clue, nor was he planning on telling him that during a sexual intercourse with a vampire, you’ve claimed each other as your own. Making you eternally mates. Just the thought put a smile to Raph’s face.\n\n\tSure, his future might not be destined to have Leo freely as his own. Leo may find someone else to spend the rest of his life with and be perfectly happy with them as he would just be a fond distant memory. But to Raph he will always be his, and he knew that no other vampire could ever touch him the way Raph had done. You could say that he did it to protect Leo.\n\n\tRaph nodded his head in agreement. \n\n\tWhatever feelings he has. Or what he thought he had, was just a fond dream. Nothing more. Nothing less.\n\n\tRaphael was satisfied. Or at least what he made himself believe he was.\n\n\t\n\tBy the time nightfall had come, the emerald terrapin vampire was asleep soundly. Curled up against the beam of the water tower as he cuddled the jacket that provided as his only source of a blanket. His arm under his head making a good enough pillow. Soft snores muffled in the jacket material.\n\n\tHis peaceful slumber only lasted for a couple of hours tops before he was rudely waken with a hand covering his mouth. His arms proving to be useless when he attempted to smack his capture upside the head, only failing when their arms had wrapped around his middle. His legs as well were restrained of any movement. It took him a while for his brain to process what exactly was going on but it came clear as a window. He was getting kidnapped!\n\n\tHis head thrashed around trying to release the hold over his mouth and was successful for a few minutes to give a scream of distress before a hand recovered his mouth.\n\n\tSo many hands were touching him as they tried to pin him to the ground. He could have guessed there were three to four men at work. \n\n\tIf there was a chance he could slip at least one of his hands out of the grip, he could get one down and then other two or three he could easily take care of. But the small plan that have formed in his mind was cut off when his head was cupped and picked up from the floor before it immediately smashed back down on the ground. His senses had dulled and his vision turned to black.\n\n. . .\n\n\tWith an achy groan the emerald turtle’s eyes had appeared when he blinked several time to awake from his unconscious state. He was greeted with an awful head ache. Feeling as though someone was using his skull as their personal drum. He tried to shake off the fuzziness that filled his sights. Looking around the dark and dreaded room. \n\n\tEven with his expert vision, he was still incapable to identify where exactly his location was. Was he in a building? Outside? Underground? Was he even in the city still, or was he in some other state? \n\n\tThere was no clue or hint anywhere around the grimy room to be able to ease his mind of any of those questions. There was no window. Just a steel door placed on the left side of the room.\n\n\tHe was standing up. That much he knew. He attempted a movement but his wrists wouldn’t cooperate as he found them chained to the ceiling. His ankles as well were in the same state with the floor. He was just hanging there with no amount of freedom to move. \n\n\tHe could barely feel the ground with his toes. It was wet, grimy, and squishy. The smell was of something like in a stable full of horses. There was no noise except the occasional sound of his chains rattling when he shifted. \n\n\tHe tried speaking but his lungs felt as if they were dried of smoke and ash. Any words he tried to form were instantly cut off by an attack of coughs, hacks, and retching. Sucking in air just caused itself its own amounts of trouble and he thought for sure he was going to die of suffocation, but unfortunately the air seeped in gradually enough for him to survive whatever worse was planning on coming to him, and he knew that was going to be soon when he herd a loud clanging of a lock and the ear splitting squeak of the steel doors hinges torturing between each other. \n\n\tRaphael’s eyes narrowed, trying to see who exactly his captor was. The darkness protected the man from any identification. He couldn’t smell the scent, there was absolutely no light. He wished for the man to speak so he could at least know the sound of his voice but even that wish was hopeless to be granted. \n\n\t“W-Who are you?” His voice cracking into pitiful coughs as he did so. There was a dark laugh across the room but other than that, that was the only response he got. \n\n\tThere was an agonizingly long moment of silence that had Raph trembling in his chains. He tried his hardest to remain in his stoic form releasing a few warning growls and thrashing around angrily but all that got him was more humorous laughs. Apparently him being chained up like a wild dog was hilarious to whoever held him prisoner. \n\n\t“Why won’t you talk!?” He demanded hoarsely. Again getting silence as his answer.\n\n\t“What do you want from me!?” He knew it was probably useless to speak. He’d be wasting the time and energy trying to form words, but nonetheless. He continued.\n\n\tAnd as the same as before; no answer.\n\n\tRaph listened intently. Hearing the soft sounds of boots against concrete. The footsteps seemed to be moving farther away from him. Then they stopped. Something clanking against wood. Then more footsteps. They were getting louder as the source of the steps was coming closer. Raphael narrowed his eyes, hoping to get a least a small glimpse of who his kidnapper was. Working his night vision to the bone and continuously blinking to keep the dust and dirt and whatever else was in the air out of his eyes.\n\n\tFor a second, just for a moment, he thought he saw the small gleam of a red eye. But the little bit of color immediately vanished as fast as it appeared and Raph shook his head with a frustrated grumble. Maybe he imagined it. The grime of the room must be affecting his brain. He had no clue how long he’s been put down here, but it must have been a long time he’s been breathing this vile air.\n\n\tHis thoughts were instantly cut off when a sharp strike connected with his legs. Biting his lip hard to keep from crying out. He squirmed in the grip, hoping to get some sort of give to the chains. Nothing. The chains held him firmly in place, leaving him under the power of whoever had decided to capture him.\n\n\tAnother strike. Then a third. Fourth. Fifth.\n\n\tRaph hissed and shook but refused to make any sound of distress or pained. Knowing his pride wouldn’t allow him to. Or he’ll sure try.\n\n\tThe sixth swung. A seventh. Eighth. Ninth. \n\n\tChewing on his bottom lip. He soon tasted the familiar flavor of copper in his mouth and it was obvious he broke skin. Trying to keep his mind occupied from the pain had turned into a failure when each swing of leather connected with his flesh. Digging deep and ripping out precious skin. \n\n\tTenth. Eleventh. Twelfth. Thirteenth. Fourteenth.\n\n\tIt took everything he had to keep back tears that stung in the back of his eyes. Screwing his lids shut till he saw spots in front of the darkness. His hands clenching the chains that were cutting into his wrists. \n\n\t Fifteenth. Sixteenth. Seventeenth. Eighteenth. Nineteenth. Twenty.\n\n\tBy the time the thirtieth swing approached, Raph couldn’t hold back. The pain had been proved too much for his now weak body and he gave a large scream of agony. The tears he once prevented from releasing poured from his eyes heavily. Feelings them trail down his cheeks and drip from his jaw bone and chin. Falling silently to the floor along with the blood that seeped from his wounds. Every piece of skin that ever showed itself past the shell of armor was marked with the whip. He was sure he didn’t have any flesh left on his bones. \n\n\tPanting and trembling as he fell limp. The chains the only thing keeping him upwards. His hearing was cut off to complete silence. If his kidnapper so wished to speak to him now, he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear anything.\n\n\tHis body jolted in surprise. His wounds shrieking at him with sting when he felt more than one wet warm thing travel along his open cuts. He squirmed and whimpered. Hoping whatever they were doing, would stop.\n\n\tHe managed to yank his leg away from whatever was grazing at him only to get a hiss in reply and his legs were yanked back to the object. Uncaring of his wounds around his calves and thighs as it did so. Then realization hit him like a bucket of ice. There were random vampires surrounding him. Each one licking the blood that dripped from his gashes and purring their approval. Nails and teeth sinking into his already harmed flesh and not showing mercy while they were at it. \n\n\t“Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!” He cursed. “Stop!” He cried. \n\nClenching his teeth to keep from begging. He was not a begger. He suffered things like this. Constant whippings, cuts, and bites. Though he lacked the licking. It didn’t change the fact that he never once begged for mercy through it, and he wasn’t about to start now. Though he was sure that was what his kidnappers wanted from him. Seeing him in this humiliating state. Dragging each begging word past his lips, hoping they would spare him of another session of abuses. Only to have them refuse his calls and do the exact opposite. Laughing in amusement as they did so.\n\nOne vampire hissed, but the tone had sounded more enjoyment than anger. “Hmm, you taste good~” It was female. That was the only thing Raph could figure out, but he could have guessed the rest were as well. \n\n“Your blood[s]---[/s] so sweet. Yet so sour. Bitter. Almost like alcohol.” \n\nKnow the saying, “You are what you eat.” Well for Raph’s case. That was what it was. The blood he drank from humans was usually what ran through his body. Whatever he ate. Whatever he drank would run through his veins. So he wasn’t surprise when the female had mentioned alcohol. He had been introduced to the beverage many times before. That was probably what his blood tasted like.\n\n“It’s so much sweeter than normal vampire blood. They all are disgusting. But yours is so good. I crave this flavor.” Another female added. Raph’s trembling seemed to have only gotten worse as the thought of his night with Leo a few weeks back seeped into his subconscious.\n\nCould he perhaps have a part of Leo’s blood he had drank in his veins? If so, he was in for one hell of time. These females would crave this taste. He was positive. He was craving Leo’s blood himself and had to fight the urge a couple times to go find him and drink more. But that was with him holding back. These vampires would no doubt be back every time he was whipped. Which he suspected would be often. \n\n“Females! That’s enough! I have to have him wrapped!” A male voice was herd. One he didn’t recognize and he immediately suspected he wasn’t his kidnapper. Or not the one who issued it. Not the one who whipped him. He had a higher pitched voice. He would never expect a low; blood curdling growl to come from someone as him. Light flashed into the room, but it was dim and red. Showing just the small shadows of the manly frame, and the three slender shadows of the females surrounding him.\n\nWhines came from them as they begged for more from him but the man only barked and demanded they leave this instant. No more begging was herd. Instead there was only curses and the warmth from his body immediately fled from him and out the door. Leaving a cold breeze in the doors quake as it shut closed. \n\nThere was more silence that surrounded Raphael and buried him in a state of fear. Enclosing him and drowning him. The only sound taking place was the occasionally rattle of metal. His sharp hearing capturing the sounds of his blood dripping from his body and puddling on the ground. He knew he wouldn’t die. The only way a vampire could die was either from the sun. Being blown to too many pieces to be able to fix. Or being stabbed with the dagger made from vampire ivory. Century’s old knife built only to end this species. Being drained of your own blood that you ate won’t kill you. Even once it’s all drained out of you, it would only leave you weak and unmoving. But it would also turn you insane. Desperate for more of the copper scented liquid as the starvation covers your good sense. You wouldn’t have a care in the world. You’re only thought is you need to eat. And to eat; you need to kill. Doesn’t matter how many or how much you eat. Or who you eat. You just need it. Nothing else matters.\n\nFear clenched at Raph from the thought. He had starved himself till he had felt razor close to insaneness, but he was always sure he took care of it before it totally engulfed himself.\n\nNow if his kidnapper continued with this routine and not feed him. Or barely feed him. There was no doubt he would turn into a psychopathic monster. He needed to escape. That one thought buried his mind. Clasping his eyes shut, concentrating only on what his hands could feel. Hoping to find some means of helping him escape. \n\nNothing. He could feel only wetness. His skin, and metal. \n\nHe couldn’t give up. There had to be a way. \n\nMovement was herd through the darkness and Raph’s eyes snapped open to peer into the black. His ears listening thoroughly as the sound of a being leisurely strolled through the room. Rustling and wood clanging.\n\nMoments later, his nerves jumped from under his muscles as hands grasped on his limbs. Alcohol and disinfectant was splashed on him from a bucket and his wounds hissed with misery as they were cleaned free of the scum that surely got in him. He gave a loud howl, struggling in his hold. \n\nMore of something else splashed on him that soothed the pain slightly, but before he could identify the liquid. Linen rubbed harshly across the injuries, drying him from the wetness and he snarled. Pressure clung to his limbs when he was now getting wrapped up with bandages. Though the maneuver was definitely painful and was probably a torment he would have to endure day by day. Probably hours by hours.\n\nHe needed a method of escape. There was no way he could survive this. \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Chapter 17-

\tRaphael had planted himself on a random rooftop beside a water tower. It wasn’t exactly the best hide out if he wanted to guarantee his safety, but there was only so much time in the days that past for him to be able to wander. Plus around the midafternoons the sun had become burning hot, even threw the clothes he piled on himself.

\tIt wasn’t the most glamorous spot to relieve himself of his search but it would have to do. It kept him in the shade and out of sight from any random roof top wander. He tried his best to force himself to sleep since he couldn’t afford to sleep through the night time. He couldn’t risk himself getting captured.

\tUnfortunately sleep didn’t come easily. In fact, it didn’t come at all. He twisted and turned on the hard ground but his eyes wouldn’t stay shut longer than five minutes before they gradually reopened again to view the city landscape. After about an hour of the same routine he had given up and rested on his shell, staring up at the partly clouded sky. He had to admit, the blue ceiling above him was a beautiful sight to behold. Considering he hasn’t seen much of it, normally being asleep around this time.

\tThe sun was slowly going down and the sky soon turned to multiple colors as it did so and Raph’s eyes gazed at the sight in wonderment. In the whole of his life, he had never had the pleasure of witnessing the beauty of a sun set. He’s read about it, seen pictures of it. But being there personally could outdo all those experiences, and he wasn’t so ungrateful for being awake at that moment.

\tEventually his mind wandered to other subjects--- much to his discomfort. He tried his hardest to avoid the thoughts that manage to seep into his subconscious but again, he had lost the battle.

\tThe fact that he had no clue where Leo was or what he was doing at this point left him slightly unsteady.

\tHe was hoping that dumb ass vampire hunter wasn’t wandering around the streets of New York just for the heck of it. He should well know that his presence in this city day or night is very risky. He cursed himself under his breath for leaving. Sure, Leo didn’t seem to mind him being there. He could have protected him easily if he kept him under his watch. Though he didn’t want to become a nuisance with himself.

\tEven though he knew very well that it was the best decision that he left. Leo wanted to forget what happened between them a few weeks ago. He didn’t want to be anywhere around him if he didn’t have the authority to touch him he knew his body was craving.

\tThough he didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would have. Leo had no clue, nor was he planning on telling him that during a sexual intercourse with a vampire, you’ve claimed each other as your own. Making you eternally mates. Just the thought put a smile to Raph’s face.

\tSure, his future might not be destined to have Leo freely as his own. Leo may find someone else to spend the rest of his life with and be perfectly happy with them as he would just be a fond distant memory. But to Raph he will always be his, and he knew that no other vampire could ever touch him the way Raph had done. You could say that he did it to protect Leo.

\tRaph nodded his head in agreement.

\tWhatever feelings he has. Or what he thought he had, was just a fond dream. Nothing more. Nothing less.

\tRaphael was satisfied. Or at least what he made himself believe he was.

\t
\tBy the time nightfall had come, the emerald terrapin vampire was asleep soundly. Curled up against the beam of the water tower as he cuddled the jacket that provided as his only source of a blanket. His arm under his head making a good enough pillow. Soft snores muffled in the jacket material.

\tHis peaceful slumber only lasted for a couple of hours tops before he was rudely waken with a hand covering his mouth. His arms proving to be useless when he attempted to smack his capture upside the head, only failing when their arms had wrapped around his middle. His legs as well were restrained of any movement. It took him a while for his brain to process what exactly was going on but it came clear as a window. He was getting kidnapped!

\tHis head thrashed around trying to release the hold over his mouth and was successful for a few minutes to give a scream of distress before a hand recovered his mouth.

\tSo many hands were touching him as they tried to pin him to the ground. He could have guessed there were three to four men at work.

\tIf there was a chance he could slip at least one of his hands out of the grip, he could get one down and then other two or three he could easily take care of. But the small plan that have formed in his mind was cut off when his head was cupped and picked up from the floor before it immediately smashed back down on the ground. His senses had dulled and his vision turned to black.

.  .  .

\tWith an achy groan the emerald turtle’s eyes had appeared when he blinked several time to awake from his unconscious state. He was greeted with an awful head ache. Feeling as though someone was using his skull as their personal drum. He tried to shake off the fuzziness that filled his sights. Looking around the dark and dreaded room.

\tEven with his expert vision, he was still incapable to identify where exactly his location was. Was he in a building? Outside? Underground? Was he even in the city still, or was he in some other state?

\tThere was no clue or hint anywhere around the grimy room to be able to ease his mind of any of those questions. There was no window. Just a steel door placed on the left side of the room.

\tHe was standing up. That much he knew. He attempted a movement but his wrists wouldn’t cooperate as he found them chained to the ceiling. His ankles as well were in the same state with the floor. He was just hanging there with no amount of freedom to move.

\tHe could barely feel the ground with his toes. It was wet, grimy, and squishy. The smell was of something like in a stable full of horses. There was no noise except the occasional sound of his chains rattling when he shifted.

\tHe tried speaking but his lungs felt as if they were dried of smoke and ash. Any words he tried to form were instantly cut off by an attack of coughs, hacks, and retching. Sucking in air just caused itself its own amounts of trouble and he thought for sure he was going to die of suffocation, but unfortunately the air seeped in gradually enough for him to survive whatever worse was planning on coming to him, and he knew that was going to be soon when he herd a loud clanging of a lock and the ear splitting squeak of the steel doors hinges torturing between each other.

\tRaphael’s eyes narrowed, trying to see who exactly his captor was. The darkness protected the man from any identification. He couldn’t smell the scent, there was absolutely no light. He wished for the man to speak so he could at least know the sound of his voice but even that wish was hopeless to be granted.

\t“W-Who are you?” His voice cracking into pitiful coughs as he did so. There was a dark laugh across the room but other than that, that was the only response he got.

\tThere was an agonizingly long moment of silence that had Raph trembling in his chains. He tried his hardest to remain in his stoic form releasing a few warning growls and thrashing around angrily but all that got him was more humorous laughs. Apparently him being chained up like a wild dog was hilarious to whoever held him prisoner.

\t“Why won’t you talk!?” He demanded hoarsely. Again getting silence as his answer.

\t“What do you want from me!?” He knew it was probably useless to speak. He’d be wasting the time and energy trying to form words, but nonetheless. He continued.

\tAnd as the same as before; no answer.

\tRaph listened intently. Hearing the soft sounds of boots against concrete. The footsteps seemed to be moving farther away from him. Then they stopped. Something clanking against wood. Then more footsteps. They were getting louder as the source of the steps was coming closer. Raphael narrowed his eyes, hoping to get a least a small glimpse of who his kidnapper was. Working his night vision to the bone and continuously blinking to keep the dust and dirt and whatever else was in the air out of his eyes.

\tFor a second, just for a moment, he thought he saw the small gleam of a red eye. But the little bit of color immediately vanished as fast as it appeared and Raph shook his head with a frustrated grumble. Maybe he imagined it. The grime of the room must be affecting his brain. He had no clue how long he’s been put down here, but it must have been a long time he’s been breathing this vile air.

\tHis thoughts were instantly cut off when a sharp strike connected with his legs. Biting his lip hard to keep from crying out. He squirmed in the grip, hoping to get some sort of give to the chains. Nothing. The chains held him firmly in place, leaving him under the power of whoever had decided to capture him.

\tAnother strike. Then a third. Fourth. Fifth.

\tRaph hissed and shook but refused to make any sound of distress or pained. Knowing his pride wouldn’t allow him to. Or he’ll sure try.

\tThe sixth swung. A seventh. Eighth. Ninth.

\tChewing on his bottom lip. He soon tasted the familiar flavor of copper in his mouth and it was obvious he broke skin. Trying to keep his mind occupied from the pain had turned into a failure when each swing of leather connected with his flesh. Digging deep and ripping out precious skin.

\tTenth. Eleventh. Twelfth. Thirteenth. Fourteenth.

\tIt took everything he had to keep back tears that stung in the back of his eyes. Screwing his lids shut till he saw spots in front of the darkness. His hands clenching the chains that were cutting into his wrists.  

\t Fifteenth. Sixteenth. Seventeenth. Eighteenth. Nineteenth. Twenty.

\tBy the time the thirtieth swing approached, Raph couldn’t hold back. The pain had been proved too much for his now weak body and he gave a large scream of agony. The tears he once prevented from releasing poured from his eyes heavily. Feelings them trail down his cheeks and drip from his jaw bone and chin. Falling silently to the floor along with the blood that seeped from his wounds. Every piece of skin that ever showed itself past the shell of armor was marked with the whip. He was sure he didn’t have any flesh left on his bones.

\tPanting and trembling as he fell limp. The chains the only thing keeping him upwards. His hearing was cut off to complete silence. If his kidnapper so wished to speak to him now, he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear anything.

\tHis body jolted in surprise. His wounds shrieking at him with sting when he felt more than one wet warm thing travel along his open cuts. He squirmed and whimpered. Hoping whatever they were doing, would stop.

\tHe managed to yank his leg away from whatever was grazing at him only to get a hiss in reply and his legs were yanked back to the object. Uncaring of his wounds around his calves and thighs as it did so. Then realization hit him like a bucket of ice. There were random vampires surrounding him. Each one licking the blood that dripped from his gashes and purring their approval. Nails and teeth sinking into his already harmed flesh and not showing mercy while they were at it.

\t“Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!” He cursed. “Stop!” He cried.

Clenching his teeth to keep from begging. He was not a begger. He suffered things like this. Constant whippings, cuts, and bites. Though he lacked the licking. It didn’t change the fact that he never once begged for mercy through it, and he wasn’t about to start now. Though he was sure that was what his kidnappers wanted from him. Seeing him in this humiliating state. Dragging each begging word past his lips, hoping they would spare him of another session of abuses. Only to have them refuse his calls and do the exact opposite. Laughing in amusement as they did so.

One vampire hissed, but the tone had sounded more enjoyment than anger. “Hmm, you taste good~” It was female. That was the only thing Raph could figure out, but he could have guessed the rest were as well.

“Your blood--- so sweet. Yet so sour. Bitter. Almost like alcohol.”

Know the saying, “You are what you eat.” Well for Raph’s case. That was what it was. The blood he drank from humans was usually what ran through his body. Whatever he ate. Whatever he drank would run through his veins. So he wasn’t surprise when the female had mentioned alcohol. He had been introduced to the beverage many times before. That was probably what his blood tasted like.

“It’s so much sweeter than normal vampire blood. They all are disgusting. But yours is so good. I crave this flavor.” Another female added. Raph’s trembling seemed to have only gotten worse as the thought of his night with Leo a few weeks back seeped into his subconscious.

Could he perhaps have a part of Leo’s blood he had drank in his veins? If so, he was in for one hell of time. These females would crave this taste. He was positive. He was craving Leo’s blood himself and had to fight the urge a couple times to go find him and drink more. But that was with him holding back. These vampires would no doubt be back every time he was whipped. Which he suspected would be often.

“Females! That’s enough! I have to have him wrapped!” A male voice was herd. One he didn’t recognize and he immediately suspected he wasn’t his kidnapper. Or not the one who issued it. Not the one who whipped him. He had a higher pitched voice. He would never expect a low; blood curdling growl to come from someone as him. Light flashed into the room, but it was dim and red. Showing just the small shadows of the manly frame, and the three slender shadows of the females surrounding him.

Whines came from them as they begged for more from him but the man only barked and demanded they leave this instant. No more begging was herd. Instead there was only curses and the warmth from his body immediately fled from him and out the door. Leaving a cold breeze in the doors quake as it shut closed.

There was more silence that surrounded Raphael and buried him in a state of fear. Enclosing him and drowning him. The only sound taking place was the occasionally rattle of metal. His sharp hearing capturing the sounds of his blood dripping from his body and puddling on the ground. He knew he wouldn’t die. The only way a vampire could die was either from the sun. Being blown to too many pieces to be able to fix. Or being stabbed with the dagger made from vampire ivory. Century’s old knife built only to end this species. Being drained of your own blood that you ate won’t kill you. Even once it’s all drained out of you, it would only leave you weak and unmoving. But it would also turn you insane. Desperate for more of the copper scented liquid as the starvation covers your good sense. You wouldn’t have a care in the world. You’re only thought is you need to eat. And to eat; you need to kill. Doesn’t matter how many or how much you eat. Or who you eat. You just need it. Nothing else matters.

Fear clenched at Raph from the thought. He had starved himself till he had felt razor close to insaneness, but he was always sure he took care of it before it totally engulfed himself.

Now if his kidnapper continued with this routine and not feed him. Or barely feed him. There was no doubt he would turn into a psychopathic monster. He needed to escape. That one thought buried his mind. Clasping his eyes shut, concentrating only on what his hands could feel. Hoping to find some means of helping him escape.

Nothing. He could feel only wetness. His skin, and metal.

He couldn’t give up. There had to be a way.

Movement was herd through the darkness and Raph’s eyes snapped open to peer into the black. His ears listening thoroughly as the sound of a being leisurely strolled through the room. Rustling and wood clanging.

Moments later, his nerves jumped from under his muscles as hands grasped on his limbs. Alcohol and disinfectant was splashed on him from a bucket and his wounds hissed with misery as they were cleaned free of the scum that surely got in him. He gave a loud howl, struggling in his hold.

More of something else splashed on him that soothed the pain slightly, but before he could identify the liquid. Linen rubbed harshly across the injuries, drying him from the wetness and he snarled. Pressure clung to his limbs when he was now getting wrapped up with bandages. Though the maneuver was definitely painful and was probably a torment he would have to endure day by day. Probably hours by hours.

He needed a method of escape. There was no way he could survive this.
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