Omen watched them and slowly a drop of blood fell onto the hood. Then another. Then another. Slowly trickles of blood fell down the windshield onto the hood from where the roof of the car met the glass. The trickles of blood became more frequent. Became faster. Slowly beginning to flood and cascade down the glass. Almost like a waterfall of blood. "QUOTHE THE RAVEN...NEVERMORE." It then it slowly began pulling off the window and soon was like tentacle like whips of blood. The windshield once more clean. Not even a red stain on the window glass. The blood shoot past the being without touching him. All around it. Whipping around and hitting him on the arms. On the sides. Repeatedly on his back. Then shot backwards and spiderwebbed. Only...it was not a web they formed. It was a giant laughing skull of death made entirely of blood. The skull faded away quickly. A demonic sounding laugh having emitted from the lips of the skull before doing so. "QUOTHE THE RAVEN....NEVERMORE." The abyssial mouth said in that same tormented soul like voice.<br/><br/>Kinjo whimpered and let out a soft sound as he arched as his body liked the light stroking of his penis. Muffedly crying out a no because he did not want to like it. He did not understand why he liked that stroke. He then let out a loud, despite being muffled, scream as the second finger was pushed into his tight bud. Tears trailing down his cheeks. He whined in pain and tried harder to push James's wrist to force the fingers out. Whimpering and whining cutely in protest. Screaming in pain as his lower body lurched with each thrusting of James's fingers. He made cute gagging sounds louder with the harder in and out thrusts. The slower thrusts made him cry out in pain as it made his mouth hurt worse. Still he sucked on James. Too afraid not to do so. He yiped as his flesh near his based was nipped and nibbled. Squirming and letting out muffled sounds of protest as he sucked. Gagging and forced to suck harder with each of the harder in thrusts down his throat. His hands tore at his hair trying to feel some sense of security. Letting out soft protestant sounds as his penis began reacting to the soft suckings of one side of his penis. An unwanted moan escaped his lips as the underside was licked all the way up. He sucked harder and writhed. Writhed violently and bucked into each of the finger thrusts. Tears of pain trailing down his cheeks. He sucked and sucked. Chocked cutely and sucked harder on the in thrusts. Why did this man seem to enjoy doing such things to him? Kinjo hoped if he gave the man what he wanted he wouldn't hurt him anymore. It was a false hope but he was so desperate to believe he could make the man stop hurting him...even though the man seemed to love hearing him scream.