This wasn't her beloved goofy and compassionate Miles, this was different. The purple hues washed over his darkened expression as his eyes pierced down upon her with curios intent, a sick obsession brewing within him as his boot ever so slightly pressed down harder against her back to keep her pinned beneath him.

"Squishing a bug." He scoffed to himself as his head tilted. Uncle Arron was sure he was obsessed, and maybe he was, He was in control, He was addicted to the thrill, to the hunt.