Roger

Carrie woke up, groggily in an empty warehouse. She was tied to a post. It was just her and Roger, who looked at her mournfully.

"Roger? Why? I took you in!" Carrie protested.

"All those years of living on the streets," Roger said, almost like he had been rehearsing it. "Seeing all that fine ass shaking by at me, never getting any of it. It made me angry. It made me dwell on what I'd lost. So I wanted ****. But I needed some sort of order to guide me. Like the alphabet. And I started. But then you came along. Filled me with doubts. What was I going to do? But ... a leopard can't change his spots, doll. So I'm afraid you ... and us ... have to end."

In the background, Carrie thought she saw someone enter the warehouse. She needed help.