Naomi resisted the urge to turn around, ignoring her better judgment. She'd been having this feeling all morning, and it's only increased since the guys started training. Splinter had already departed that morning making her curious; He's been practically a ghost around the lair.
Nay shook her head. It was no use wondering about Splinter. His business was his, no reason to be nosy. She shook it once more as the same shivering feeling ran up her spine.
No one is here, just stop being paranoid!
She reached up and slid the last plate into the cupboard when two strong arms seized her. One around her arms, trapping them to her sides, the other around her neck. Before she could register the assailant her vision darkened as her lungs were starved of oxygen. Not a moment later and those same arms were carrying here toward...
And here is where you gotta work for it. Except for Mrs Narty. I tired of getting no feed back. So here's the question. How many people are currently reading this? I'd like a tally. And, a vote on which turtle you think would suit her best. Not gonna change the outcome I have planned, but it will boost my writing morale. R and R