Chapter 17

The Prey

My frown deepened as the grey-haired man, presumably Donatello, clapped his hands. I glanced around in confusion as the wall behind us opened with a mechanical hum. My eyes widened, and a wave of nausea churned in my stomach as a group of women strode inside, dressed in the nastiest and most disgusting outfits I had ever seen. My skin crawled, and a shiver of revulsion ran down my spine, making me scramble back.

I watched in horror as the women swayed, their eyes red and smiles disturbingly creepy. Something told me they were high as hell. Their underwear barely hid their private parts, and their breasts were almost bouncing out. Their bodies were slim, and they wore strapped heels. My face instantly flushed with a mix of embarrassment and disgust.

I tried to avert my gaze, but the disturbing sight seemed to burn in the back of my head. Everything felt colder. My heart pounded in my chest, and my hands trembled slightly. I clenched my fist