The giant teenager looked over when he spotted you and his big green eyes grew wide for a moment before his lips curled into a soft, but determined smirk. That look only worried you further and gulped as you backed up, the terror of your situation only grew when the boy spoke.
"I really need to keep a better eye on those feeder bugs, can't have them getting out like this." He sighed and calmly reached out and pinched you between his thumb and forefinger, so casually lifting you out from your hiding place and towards his young face as he adjusted his glasses again.
He looked down at you and simply dropped his hand down, barely considering you as you kicked and thrashed "No Garth, please, its me, its Dad, please, look at me." You cried out, but then your blood ran ice cold when you saw where he was taking you......
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