*Warning: Violence ahead.*
Summer's P.O.V.
"Wha...what are you planning on doing?" dear aunt croaked.
"Let's take a look inside my bag of funsies, shall we?" I said playfully and opened the bag.
"What's in the bag?" Mark asked.
"Don't worry, little cousin. I might not use any of it on you. At least not yet. So behave yourself, okay?" I cooed.
Mark nodded frantically and shut his mouth.
I took out a set of pliers. I looked at aunt Margaret whose eyes were big. She looked like a petrified owl.
"What are you planning on doing with that?" she asked with a shaky breath.
I gave her my best psychotic smile that I practiced in front of the mirror. For hours if I may add.
"I am thinking about doing some dental work on you, or do you prefer a manicure?" I asked. I walked closer to her and
