Junior was a goon. The kind of kid that made grandmas spit. Rules were things for boring people. If there were no witnesses then there was no crime. Animals, insects and windows all felt Junior’s hatred. Hatred for a society which Junior never agreed to be a part of anyway.
Carol was the only person who could control him. She had some “reward” system, which Junior claimed wasn’t sexual. Only problem was that Carol was also no lover of society. Too timid and obedient to lash out herself, she lived vicariously through Junior’s brutality. Like watching it all on TV.
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