♤-Aaron-♤

*grabs your jaw, forcing eye contact* Playing naive? *smirks coldly* Your breast milk... I've been waiting for this.

*adam's apple bobs* You're going to regret this.

WHAT-

*he takes the rag off your mouth and checks your pulse* good... you're out cold.

*completely unconscious, breathing shallow*

*he lifts you up and carries you to a dark room, setting you down on a bed*

*grabs your chin, thumb brushing your lip* Just testing. *releases you and steps back*