Ryuu cried out in fear and shock when he felt Marco's weight collide into him. Twisting a bit and looked at Marco. Fear lancing across his features. His breath caught in his throat and he twisted. Pinned against the wall he had an arm barred across his chest. Like a prisoner of war he was trapped. His heart racing ninety plus miles per hour. He could move his arms the way he was pinned. They were trapped at his side. He let out a soft sound fear. Struggling to get free. He was pinned and he didn't like the feeling. His hand losing its grip on the pin he had used to get the door to make that click sound. Eyes wide and filled with terror and panic. Even before Marco growled out the word no he was unable to keep a brave face. Gulping as he saw the wild look in Marco's eyes. He was bruised where his body had been rammed into by Marco's shoulder. The man was much stronger than he looked and that fact alone scared the hell out of him. He looked at him in fear and defience. His breath coming out in a rush of air.<br/><br/>He squirmed around but couldn't move. Pinned there and trapped like a wild animal caught by the foot in a bear trap. The teeth of the trap clamped down cruely over his leg. His heart was pounding in his ears. Especially now. That was dreadful words to hear from the lips of a man who was scaring the hell out of you. Stupid damn paper. Stupid damn paparazzi. He bit his lower lip. Looking at Marco as he spoke. His eyes filled with fire as he heard the next three words. Though it quickly burnt out from the locked gaze that occured a split second after the man said those three words. What the hell? He didn't want to be owned. Hell he wouldn't even say anything if the man would just let him go. He'd go back to living his own life. Pretend that Marco didn't exist. "You can't own people just because you decide its so." he said in a soft but defient voice. It was still so very shakey. He was trying to mask his fear but it wasn't working too well.<br/><br/>He bit his lower lip and gulped a bit. That tone meant business and right now Marco was far too unpredictable to know what to expect from him. "I don't care if anything is easy for you. You are a hostage taker and dark natured." he said with gritted teeth. Willingly stay a hostage? Who the hell would do that? Probably best if he listened right now though. At least until he could come up with an escape plan. He felt defient and afriad. Not a healthy combonation for sure. He was shaking despite trying to put up a brave face. What was this man going to do to him now? He hated that the man felt he owned him. It was scary because in a way he really couldn't do anything about it. Yet still he refused to be an obedient little prisoner. His body was aching where Marco was still pressing into bruised skin from the impact of their bodies colliding. He squirmed again.<br/><br/>He just wanted to go home. Why the hell couldn't the guy just let him go? Who would believe him anyways? Held hostage by a man with a camera? That sounded insane. Hell he didn't even know of Marco's rap sheet. He didn't know the mans last name just his first. His chest was rising and falling in an uncertain and afraid beat. What else could he do but agree for the time being? Marco was terrifying at this current moment. How could he get out of this. He merely slowly nodded his head. His eyes filled with anger and fear of equal levels. He had no option and he was certain now that the man knew he would have even a harder time escaping. Not like it had been a cake walk the first few attempts he'd made.<br/><br/>"So now what oh hostage maker?" he asked in a shakey but slightly smartassed tone. He squirmed around. Not liking the fact the man was quite literally inches away. His gaze filled with anger, hatred, and fear. All warring for the dominance in his soul. He gulped again. Right now Marco looked like a very, very dangerous man. Not like a man who used a camera as a weapon. He looked straight out of a mobster film with a camera as a deadly weapon versus a machine gun. He stopped trying to get away. He best do what the man said for now. "Fine...you win...for now." he said in a soft voice. Giving in was the best bet right now. He'd have to think up an escape plan. Maybe there was a way to get out of this but he'd have to listen for the time being...mostly. He was still a very defient natured person. Raised the way he was being obedient to someone else's will was hard. His hands fisted at his side. What  was going to happen now?