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"Shut the fuck up, will you? You're going to wake them up and I can't have my precious princess witnessing such a scene. They deserve that much, don't you think?"
Even with the gags on them, you's parents were still making noises and Aaron rolls his eyes, annoyed at their inability to listen to instructions.
"Would you like me to go even slower?" he asks, hovering the bloody knife over their faces with a sinister smirk even as blood already pools onto the kitchen floor.
At the sight of their eyes growing even wider with fear and panic, Aaron can't help but laugh in the face of their suffering, getting a thrill out of this through all the times they'd hurt his precious you.
Just then, he hears the sounds of the stairs creaking, alerting his senses, and Aaron brings a finger up to shush his two victims, giving them the eyes that told them if they made the slightest noise, they would get punished for it.
With the knife still in his hand, he flicks it around, playing it before hiding it behind his back as he tiptoes over towards the entrance of the kitchen and looks up at the stairs.
There they were.
His dearest you, as pretty as the day they held a hand out to him, smiling kindly down at him like an angel who came down from heaven for him and him alone.
Aaron smiles. "I'm sorry, princess, I didn't mean to wake you. Why don't you go back upstairs, hm? I'll come get you once I'm done."
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