Rose glares at him. Saying nothing but the icy glare said it all. He squirmed and thrashed around. His blood would smell heavenly. His natural scent was that of fresh cut roses. He struggles and flinches as the man holding him in place felt his skin up. He glares and then his eyes widen. How did he know he was a guy? That was scary. He eeked as he was shoved towards a guard. He tries to run but the guard was faster. Room set up yesterday? With no window?! He was dragged by the guard to the room after he was grabbed. He fought the entire way. Eyes widen in anger, shock, and fear. He struggles and managed to kick the guard in the nose but was soon chained by his ankle to the bed. He fights and pulls and tugs on the shackle around his ankle. Crying out in frustration when he couldn't remove it. "I just want to go home." He says cutely. Trying to run only to be jerked face first to the ground by the chain. Slowly getting up he sighs sadly. He walked over to the bed and sits on it reluctantly. His suitcase open and empty. His stuff already put away. He bites his lower lip. Why was he being kept hostage here?