Kinjo whimpered and teared up at the mention of Jason. The evil man knew how much he cared about Jason and missed him. To say that was...a low blow. Even for the evil man. He whimpered and tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. Yiping as he was pulled. â€œI hate you!â€ he cried out. Crying out in pain as he was pulled along by the fistful of hair. He cried out in pain as he was pulled by his hair down each step. Down each hall. Down another set of steps. Crying out in pain with each step. â€œOw. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow....â€ he cried out. Whining in pain as it hurt so bad. Did the guy really need to go down so many steps? He cried a bit as his head and neck was hurting by the time they got to the floor with the kitchen. He was prying on the hand holding his hair. When it let go of his hair he tried to run.<br/><br/>Screaming out in dismay as he was quickly grabbed by his arm. Dragging his feet and pulling back even as he was dragged. â€œNO! NO! NO! LET GO! NO!â€ He yelled out. Trying to fight without fighting to get away. He fought as he was pulled to the control room. â€œAH! NO! NOT IN THERE! NOT IN THERE!â€ He yelled. In there was where James mouth raped him. It was a place of evil! His heard the door lock and he whimpered. His eyes going wide as he saw the knife in Jamesâ€™s hand. Wh-what was he going to do with that. â€œGO AWAY!â€ He yelled before he was shoved into the wall and held there by the manâ€™s arm across his collar bone. The manâ€™s chest was still bare. He whimpered in fear as he wasnâ€™t sure what was going to happen. His eyes went wide as the man said Jasonâ€™s name. Then filled with tears and he cried. â€œYOU ARE LYING! YOUâ€™RE LYING! I HATE YOU! YOU LIE!â€ He yelled out. Tears trailing down his cheeks as those words clearly cut him deep. He let out a soft protestant sound and trembled as his neck was kissed.<br/><br/>That soon over rode with pain as he screamed when the blade sliced through his arm. Each slice made pain fill him and screams of horror and extreme pian leave his lips. He felt warm blood trickle down his arm from the cuts. â€œSTOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!â€ He cried out with each of the cuts. The scratches down his chest were already scabbing over. He cried a bit. Whimpering and trembling. He tried to push the man away or grab the knife but couldnâ€™t. The blade was not as sharp as it should be for it not to hurt. So it hurt so bad.