<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/ashleeholmes/default/pierce-brosnan--large-msg-133176055505.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Gruber<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the Door<br/><strong>With:</strong>Cyrus & John & The girls<br/><br/>Victor shook his head in disgust as everything just went out of control. The lights went out, Cyrus followed the girl who had opened the door for them surely to subdue her now that the cat seemed to be out of the bag. Frank's wife showing that Frank had been so careful for a reason. He had to wonder about John's wired attempt at playing with the girls, making up stories about not being with them. He wondered if it would work on anyone but realized that the most of the girls were young from what glimpse he had off them, no wonder what they might believe. His own experience had been with mostly women who were professional and successful, yet even there manipulating words had their usage.<br/><br/>By the time John had tried his attempts at the door and all, Victor had moved from near the door where he had stood and made his own way out to find Cyrus and whatever clown had messed up the plan. He felt a jolt of anger before trying to calm himself down. He didn't know what would have happen if everything happened according to plan but he hadn't planned to use blunt force to start with or scared the girls shit out of their mind. His plans were just to have fun with a little coercion in the mix if need be, after all from what Frank told them, the wife didn't seem like someone who would let Victor spread her cheeks and try the dirt road.<br/><br/>As he neared the back he shook his head hearing what he realized was Katsu's voice. Damn the guy had some screw loose for sure. He was sure now that it was him who had screwed up the plan. And even as he turned the corner he saw Cyrus with Mara on his shoulder and the perfect punch that knocked out the idiot. Now that was a violence even Victor could surely understand even though he would happily let others handle it.<br/><br/>He reached the guys and stood there facing Mara at the feet and the broken back door at front. "So is it safe to put one's head inside, the path does seem open. Or does she have a gun that's gonna fucking blow my head off." He knelt then caressing Mara's pale cheek in what little light there from the moon. The hand slid down for a gentle palming of her lush breast before he suddenly stood up again. He wanted her or whoever girl or woman he played with alive and awake and looking at his eyes when he played with them. He had known of guys raping, violating drugged or unconscious women something he found pointless. The thrill of watching a girl moan from his depraved sensual touches despite her mind screaming no was so pleasurable, it made him throb just at the thought of it.<br/><br/>"Think one of us should hold her in front and just walk in? I think with her in our hand its still reasonably easily salvageable, don't you think?" He asked the guys more expert in the violent side of things.