<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Micki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>Frank, Cyrus & Mara<br/><br/>Frank scared her.  There had always been something in him that had done, but now it had grown, festering in prison.  He really scared her.<br/><br/>“I thought we were safe” she said, “you were in prison for the next twenty years.  You attacked and raped me, you kidnapped me and kept me prisoner in my own home.  You deserved everything you got.  I cant believe you escaped” she hissed, struggling against him, trying to be free of his touch, her skin shuddered under his fingers.<br/><br/>When he grabbed the knife she groaned, eyes wide, fearful.  “Please Frank, don't hurt me” she begged, knowing just how brutal he could be.<br/><br/>“Frank, please I'll give myself to you all.  Do what you like to me but let them go please”  she begged again, she couldnt look at Mara being anally raped.  It was sickening.  When he said he was going to do that to her, the blood drained from her face.   Then she felt angry, how dare he come here and do this to her and her girls.<br/><br/>Spitting at him she struggled, knife or not she wasnt going to give in to him without a fight.<br/><br/>“Never.  You'll never taken me like that.  You'll have to tie me up to fuck my arse.” she screamed, struggling with renewed force.  Somewhere deep inside something ignited, a dark desire, something she had denied for a long, long time.  A side of her that she had hidden for years, now it seemed Frank was realising a side of her even she didnt want to acknowledge.<br/>