“They were putting a bloody mouse 
in a plastic bag and zipping it closed,
and the scream got muffled a little. I 
could see it still moving inside the   
bag, but they didn’t care. All they did
was make jokes and laugh uproarious as 
it suffocated to death, and then       
Frankie looked at me and smiled.       
     “It chilled me right to the fuck- 
ing bone, and I am so fucking glad that
I listened to that little voice in my  
head.”                                 
     “It’s a good thing you didn’t type
something out for them to read,” I     
said, remembering that the Cat could   
type before she could talk.            
     “God damn! I’m so glad I didn’t   
think of that!”                        
     I wanted to know more about       
Frankie and his two dip-shit torturers,
* but she waved me off, “After you get me  
out of here.”                          
     I reluctantly agreed, and she     
continued with her story.              
     “That's when I started calling    
them Frankenstein and his two evil     
assistants, because they're just plain 
evil. Actually my two buddies gave me  
that one, but it doesn’t matter, be-   
cause after that, there was no way in  
hell I was gonna talk to those fucking 
shitheads.”                            
     “What about the night-crew? Why   
didn't you talk to them, at least tell 
them what Frankie’s doing?”            
     “I can't take that chance. They   
might tell Frankie, and then I’d be the
one screaming, and it was like hearing 
someone falling to their death, except 
it went on and on and on and on… OH MY 
FUCKING GOD!!”                         



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