“You, you...what?” Onin mocked. He was getting a kick out of the others struggles. His panic, screaming and whining...it was all just wonderful. Maybe Onin would have taken pity onfor poor Jackson if it wasn’t for two factors. One, his insult when he asked his name and two, not giving his name when asked. Onin didn’t like insults; especially when they had something to do with his looks.<br/><br/>Of course, getting stabbed in the leg by a fork wasn’t pleasant, either. Onin growled in pain; looking down at he utensil that was now sticking out of his leg. Ripping it out of his leg, he tossed it aside and huffed. “Well, fork you too.” He grumbled. His leg hurt, but he’s clearly been through worse. Despite the blood now staining his wonderfully plush carpet, Turning that spot from white to red, he carried on with his sinister plans.<br/><br/>Using the open side of his palm, Onin smacked Jackson across the face with enough force to stun him. He wasn’t going to leave any scars, as that would make his pet less valuable and precious. If he ever wanted to show Jackson off in the future, he had to keep the mans skin flawless. “I suggest you keep quite or I’ll make this more painful than pleasant.” He threatened.<br/><br/>Using one hand, he pinned Jackson’s arms above his head and used the other to slowly strip him of his pride and his clothes. Onin started with his shirt, which would be the easiest to remove. The pants and underwear, however, would prove more difficult.