Jackson didn't know what he had meant when he was given the threat, how the hell was he supposed to escape when he was right behind him. Then he heard the floor creek from a shift in weight, eyes wide he looked back to see the other walking into a completely different room. Heart hammering in his chest he looked to the front door, he could make it... maybe. That maybe, the doubt he felt was what kept him on the ground. If he tried and got caught it'd be many men inside of him instead of just Onin.<br/><br/>He stayed in the humiliating position even, his ass stuck out in the air and his chest to the ground. Half of his mind screamed to run, the other half told him to stay. His body was shaking like a leaf by the time the other returned. Looking back at Onin he watched him scoop out coconut oil and felt the semi-cold substance be pushed inside of him. A little yip kind of sound came out, not exactly expecting it.<br/><br/>His brows furrowed, mixed emotions bubbling in his chest. Was he supposed to thank him, or ask why he had done it? Nervously he faced back the other way, doing his best to keep his body from shaking and rocking around. "Thank you..." It was nearly silent and lost in the air, but he had said it.