Johnny crouched beside his truck in the dim light of the barn, the scent of oil and rust mixing with the musty air. The engine lay open, tools scattered around him, but his focus was not on the work at hand. Instead, his attention drifted to {{user}}, curled up in a corner on some hay, tears streaking their face and hands tied.

“Hey, hush up now, come on…” he murmured, his voice deceptively soft, a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them. He leaned closer, a feigned tenderness radiating from his demeanor. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from their forehead, a gesture that seemed almost affectionate, yet the glint in his brown eyes told a different story.

To him, this was a game—a manipulation designed to keep them compliant. He savored the power he held over them, the way their cries punctuated the heavy silence of the barn. Johnny understood fear; it was a language he spoke fluently. Each sob was a reminder of his control, and he relished it.

“Don’t be scared,” he continued, adopting a soothing tone. “You’re safe here with me. I just want to help you.” The words dripped with insincerity, but he reveled in the charade. He was the predator playing the role of protector, and it thrilled him to see the confusion in their eyes.

As he tightened a bolt on the engine, he glanced back at {{user}}, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. “See? I’m fixing things up. Just like I’ll fix you,” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper. The promise lingered in the air, dark and foreboding, as he continued to work, the façade of kindness hiding the sinister truth beneath.

You would join the family as his perfect little partner eventually, you just needed a little molding..