I know that I have another story out there that needs to be finished, but I just COULD NOT get this out of my head. I will be updating Running as soon as possible, but I really wanted to write this down. It is depressing in the beggining, but it gets lighter throughout the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or anything ossosiated with them. But I still have favorites!

Falling...blackness closing in. I land with a "thump", grimacing at the sound. Standing up, I observe my surroundings. Nothing BUT black. Fear. It is dominant here. Fear...pain. So much pain in my abdomin, I slump over, trying to rid myself of it. A...sensation I should not be feeling, at least not now. A tingling of sorts...in an inappropriate place. Harsh breathing, no wheezing, in my ear. What is this place? Why am I having these feelings? Hate, loathing, fear, pain...love. Where am I? A black pit in which there is no light to see by, but where is this black pit I am inhabiting right now? Cold...I look down and my pants...they are to my knees. Why? How? I don't remember pulling them down.

"S-Shiela!" a voice called out.

"Mom?" I answered.

"Do not let him continue!"

"Who's him? Continue what?" I asked in confusion, ignoring the pain, and shuffling a step forward, trying not to fall.

"Wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wa-," the voice began, but then ceased. I jerked, feeling someone behind me. Blackness...my eyes are closed. I opened them, finding myself in a room, lit with candles. I try shifting, but...my hands...they are bound behind me. I started to struggle feeling the, what felt like rope, dig into my skin.

"Calm down, my pretty little girl," a voice said. The voice...it was a deep baratone...one I've heard before. I angled my head, trying to see who it was, only to have my neck pinched. My head snapped forward, and I flipped over onto my side...my stomach was on fire. Pain burned through me, making me wince.

"Where am I?" I demanded. Instead of recieving an answer, I felt whoever it was, get up, walk to the edge of the bed, and touch my feet. I was beggining to think I was kidnapped.

"I know what you're thinking. 'Where am I? What happened? Have I done anything wrong? What will become of me? Who are you?' Well these answers will come in time. I left you a little present. Look down," the voice said, sending shivers down my spine. I looked down and gasped. A white, sticky substance was leaking out from in between my legs.

"Y-You...you rapped me!" I shouted in outrage. "You lowly, fucking, bastard!" I heard a chuckle, and I started to struggle. The pain limited my movements, but I managed to get back a few inches. I felt hands grab my thighs, their grip, iron tight. Stopping, I stilled, waiting for my captors next words.

"You are amusing," he said with amusement. "You have figured out what will be done every night now...but you still do not know who I am, do you?"

"No, I don't you dick," I replied hatefully, "but I hope that when you die you burn in hell."

"Well...we've got a mouth don't we? Honestly though, would you really want someone who has taken care of you since you were little, rotting their soul in hell?"

"Hell...wait...what?" I said, now afraid of who this stranger was.

"You heard me. I have been there since your birth. I was there through your first...boom-boom, as you called it. I have been watching, and you know how I hate watching when I can just do it, don't you?"

"D-Dad?" I asked.

"Angel. You are very, very clever. I hope you enjoy your stay here."

"But...what...dad, why? Why are you doing this? What have I done?"

"You have done nothing. As for the reason you're here and why I'm doing this...I have been craving you Shiela Angel Love. And I shall have you." I shivered at the seriousness in his voice. "I am going now. I will be back tomorrow and if you get food...well that depends on your performance. I love you, Shiela. Bye." I heard him walk to the door, on the other side of the room, and close it, dissapearing. I breathed slowly, in and out, in, out, in, out, but I could not stop the tears. The thought that my own father would kidnap me and rape me, had never crossed my mind. I closed my eyes, wanting to go to sleep, to escape this harsh reality I found myself in. If only I could go to a different world and escape...this would never happen. Maybe in a few short days...I'll be rescued. But deep down...I knew noone would come. I knew that I would be here for a year at least. But I wanted to refuse it.

I don't know how much time has passed. All I know is that I'm sore, I'm hungry, I'm depressed, and I'm lonely. The only company I have had that has stuck with me was my own breathing, my own heart beat. Oh, I had a visitor though. A harsh, cruel one. One that would make me suck him off, making me choke if I was unwilling, and then cumming into my mouth. One that rapped me 'till he was satisfied, giving no care in the world what happened to me. I was ready to give up. I am ready to give up. There is no passing of time here. The only time I know, that it is probably night, is by when he would come. I was rapped and tossed around like a rag doll. And to think...my own father is doing this to me.

I only hope to get out of here one day.

Well, that's it untill next time folks. Sorry. It will continue though. I just wanted to write this down. The turtles will come in time. Please read and review!