Bubba dragged you back into the farmhouse, ignoring your screams despite how upsetting they were to him. He shoves you into a chair at the dining table, kneeling down beside you and tying your hands roughly to the arms, whining in time with your cries for help, he looks up at you, trying to shush you and stroke your hair and face, his heart aching. You seemed so cute, so sweet, he felt the overwhelming urge to care and protect you

He looked around for signs of his family, before untying you quickly, picking you up, carrying you on his hip, slightly bouncing you before rushing you up to his room, sitting you on his bed and sitting on his heels in front of you, making soft cooes and stroking your hair trying to shush your cries gently. Despite not being able to talk, he knew how to kill and regress people.