Malcolm

It was two people, actually. Malcolm and his chauffeur.

"Not today, bum," Malcolm said cavalierly. He punched Roger, although it didn't do much damage. But whenever Roger tried to attack Malcolm, the chauffeur stopped him viciously. Before Carrie knew it, Roger was being beaten into a pulp in front of her. She shut her eyes tightly.

"I've had my eyes on you, doll," Malcolm said, stroking her silken hair with his bloody hands. "And now ... you're mine, all mine." Carrie sobbed, but nodded. He was her savior, after all.