Ω-Obsession-Ω

Raphael stood nearby, ready to intervene should the guy free himself and try something.

The perv, on the other hand, was coughing and groaning and then screaming when he was kicked. "All right! All right! I-I'll get all of them for you," he wheezed and gasped. "J-Just let me go and I'll go get them."

The man screamed out loud and the started to sob when his groin was kicked. He was pretty sure something was broken by this point.

Raphael's eyes went wide and he hurried over to the bathroom, knocking on the door. "Bryana... Ryan... Don't do this, please. Unlock the door and come back out," he was giving her a chance to save her door before he destoyed it to get her out of there. "We'll make sure every image is burned and then no one will see them," as for the mental injury... well, he didn't know how he could fix that.

Hearing the cries and then the thud of every hit, Raphael kicked in the doorway, breaking the lock and making it swing into the wall. He went to the shower and grabbed Bryana's wrists before pulling her wet, nude form against his, holding her tightly. "Bryana, stop it. What you're doing is not going to help you. I'm going to fix this, just give me a chance..."

Raphael glanced over to the moving man and then back to Bryana before he squeezed her close. "Why don't we spread of him in the nude? Then everyone can know how embarrassing he is to look at.... then I'll take him to a place where no one will ever find him again," he nuzzled the top of Bryana's head. "I'll make sure all of the pictures he took are burned, too," he paused, not sure what else to do. "What will make you feel better? Besides death," he didn't want her to die.

A soft blush actually came up over Raphael's cheeks when he was kissed before he tightened his hold around her, giving Bryana support and comfort. "Any time, Ryan," he turned from her at this point and went over to the man. "I'll get rid of the scum and the pictures." He picked up the guy and quickly left, already thinking of things to torture him with before killing him.

It was a handful of hours later when he returned, with the hope that Bryana hadn't killed herself. He had blood all over himself, even some on the back of his shell, however the hell it managed to get there. "Ryan?" He knocked on the window. "I'm back," and he had some bad, bad news...

Raphael took hold of Bryana's wrist and pulled it away from his face, looking dead-serious. "We have a problem... I learned something before he died... you're not going to like it," he went into the apartment and pulled out a piece of paper with a website URL on it. "Do you have a computer?" He held it out to her. "You need to see this," it was a website dedicated to Bryana. It was filled with information about her followed by pictures. There was even a video of her bloody masturbation.

"I haven't seen but by what he said... it's bad... really bad," Raphael reached over and didn't hesitate to bring up the address. A few clicks and scrolls later had the image of Bryana's bloody vag getting fingered. The moment Raphael saw it he quickly exited the page. "I can't believe that pervert did that!" He glanced over to Bryana. If what the perv had done before made her want to die, how would she react now?

"My brother, Donatello, he should be able to take it down, I'll have him-" he blinked at Bryana before looking down at himself. "I guess I do need to wash... May I use your shower?"

"I don't mind," Raphael headed into the bathroom once Bryana opened the door then pulled her inside with him and closed the door behind her. "If you wouldn't mind, could you wash my shell while you're here? My shower is designed to help me with it but I can't do it by myself here," he said as he went over to the shower and turned it on until it was nice and warm.

Raphael looked over to Bryana and blinked at the blush before tilting his head as he looked down at her chest. "You know, I think you should take off your shirt. You're going to get very wet if you help me," he removed everything but his mask and left them on the toliet seat before he got into the shower, instantly getting soaked. He looked over to Bryana, the ribbons of his mask clinging to his muscular neck. "In fact, it might just be easier if you got in here with me or your whole bathroom might get wet from the shower spray," bouncing off of his shell and all.

Yeah, but that's not what Raphael thought. He glanced down at his crotch, thinking he had slipped out without notice then mentally sighed with relief, figuring out what she meant. He lightly shuddered when Bryana started to touch his shell. After a moment, he turned around and looked down at Bryana, his hands settling over her hips. "You look good in red," he murmured as he moved closer to her. "Wash my front?" He noticed that her underwear was practically see-through when wet but he didn't mention this; he was enjoying the view.

Raphael brought his hands up from Bryana's hips and crossed them over her back, holding her when she leaned against him. "Don't worry about it; I wouldn't let anyone hurt you," he nuzzled Bryana's temple as he held her, enjoying this moment of just themselves in the hot water. Without thinking, he brought his hands up and held Bryana's face, looked down into her sweet eyes and then pressed his lips to hers.

Bryana's eyes widened for a brief second as her first reaction was to push him away. But as she resisted that urge she gently ran her hands up from his chest to around his neck. Gently she kissed him back, a timid and innocent kiss that lasted for a brief second before she did break the kiss, kissing his cheek before she completely moved her face away. "Raph...?" she asked, a bit breathless as excitement coursed through her. It was her first kiss after all.