Malcolm

Carrie came to in a empty warehouse. Standing before her were two men, one slender and small, the other tall and muscular. They were both gloved. The larger one wielded a menacing crowbar. The smaller man took off his hood. It was Malcolm.

"I was right, you are no common whore," Malcolm said. "Almost like you were afraid, like you knew this was coming. You aren't dirty like the other ones, you don't devalue society like the other ones. Another time, another place, I'd marry your ass. But your time ends here. And soon these streets will be rid of filth, and we can gentrify this area."

Malcolm took out the thick rope, walking back over to Carrie. She needed a rescuer, now.