Take Stock

There were too many variables at play.

There was a Natalie, Sasha and Allie-shaped hole in the world, and to fill it he had an insane version of Natalie, a slowly vegetating version of Sasha and what was left of Allie.

Both Natalie and Sasha had their respective collection of simps that could be called on for various favours, plus a boyfriend or two apiece. All of which would start digging if either of them suddenly went dark.

Allie didn't have anyone Aaron would dignify with the word "friend," but the stuck up bitches that she'd let take advantage of her for years were only a phone call away. They wouldn't really care if Allie disappeared, though her family would definitely freak out before long. A quick look at her phone confirmed several angry messages from the pizzeria demanding to know where she was and ending with "You're fired."

For his part, Aaron had a friend and a stalker from college (James and Hannah respectively) and Emily, who may very well have fully recovered since this morning.

What was the end game here? This had started as a way to get **** on both Natalie and Sasha, but Sasha had been out of action for a while now and the idea of torturing Natalie was less satisfying now that "she" was into it. Beyond that, Aaron could have anyone, AS anyone, or EVERYONE.

The only limits were the risks he was willing to take.