I Found Him!

"W-What...?" The rat-faced boy stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes bulging so wide it looked like they were about to pop right out of their sockets.

"I said you're adopted. What, are you deaf on top of being stupid?" Carl smirked. It was a complete shot in the dark, but looking at the kid's horrified reaction, he knew he had hit the jackpot right out of the gate.

"Who the fuck are you to say that?! I am not adopted!"

"Oops, did I strike a nerve?" Carl taunted, shaking his head with a pitiless chuckle.

Tearing down insecure kids was almost too easy. Carl didn't mind wasting a few minutes on an insignificant pest like this—especially if it meant setting up a future meeting with the boy's lonely, busty mother.

"Fuck you! I'm not adopted and I never will be! My mom loves me!" The boy's eyes turned bloodshot, brimming with fat, hysterical tears.