Vic was scum. A sadist and a paedophile who wallowed in the repulsive glory of what he was, which he had long ago come to terms with. But in Joe he saw all the promise that could once, perhaps, have been his, and each time he looked into the boy’s eyes he was reminded of it.
He smiled up at Joe. A grin so wide, so white, so sinister that he looked like the devil himself. “Ah, first the daughter, now the son. The perfect night,” he said.
“Leave her alone,” Joe said, his eyes burning as black as coal as the hatred smouldered within them.
‘“Oh, I’ve finished with her. Now it’s your turn.” Vic’s cravings were two-fold and, even to him, very odd. He got his kicks out of young girls, particularly and most peculiarly, his own daughter, a desire which he could not quite fathom. Of course, she was a most striking girl, slim and extremely pretty, but she was, after all, his daughter. Secondly, and again, to his mind, most confusingly, he enjoyed the fights with his son, which to him, in some strange way, were equally as erotic and maybe even more satisfying. Years ago, there was little fight to be had, Vic used to beat Joe and that was that. But more recently, as Joe had grown, he had been able to put up a much better show and even though the boy was just fourteen, the two of them had become much more evenly matched and the pleasure Vic now gleaned from the fights was far greater than ever before.
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