Reese Wilkerson

. Reese sat in an old swivel chair, rocking back and forth, making annoying noises. His head was completely wrapped in duct tape, as if someone had tried to mummify him. His green eyes were filled with fury, frustration, and itching. He'd been trying to peel the tape off for half an hour, but every attempt ended in a scream, a tantrum, or another clump of hair being ripped out.

"Malcolm's going to pay for this!" he snarled through gritted teeth, tugging at the tape in desperation. "This is torture! Psychological and hair torture!"

The punishment had been immediate: after launching herself at Malcolm like a raging fury and beating him mercilessly, his mother had sent him to the corner of the living room, ordering him not to move an inch. Of course, no one bothered to ask why she had hit him. No one wanted to know that it had all started when Malcolm, in a fit of psychotic creativity, decided to wrap her head in duct tape as revenge for a cruel prank that Reese had clearly played on him.

Reese never intended to forget that.