<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>Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>The girls & the bad men<br/><br/>Micki heart was pounding in her chest.  Frank was one truly fucked up individual.  He was sick, sadistic and scared Micki to the point of being frozen.  She gulped, trying not to let the panic over take her.  She had to remain calm for the other girls.<br/><br/>It just got worse.  He had a gun.  Which crazy sonofabitch had given pyscho a gun.  Nothing good was gonna come from this, things were just getting worse by the second.<br/><br/>She moved away from the girls, looking at them, trying to keep the fear from her eyes.  There was glass all over the floor, Micki felt shards cut her hands and knees as she crawled out.  He couldn't wait, grabbing her wrist, dragging her from the floor and quickly cuffing her.  His touch made her shudder in revulsion.<br/><br/>"Please don't hurt them" she whispered, seeing that crazy fire in his eyes and knowing her words would be totally ignored.  She had a feeling they would hurt them all and enjoy doing it.