Kinjo trembled. â€œI donâ€™t want to know you very well. You are cruel and evil. You kidnapped me from my best friend. I do not want to know you at all.â€ he said in a soft but serious voice. â€œJason will not drop me! He will not! He is a better person than that! You stop speaking acidic lies about him! He is a great person! Better than you could ever be! He has people who care about him! My tiger cares about him! Sheâ€™d take care of him and hurt anyone who tried to hurt him!â€ He argued back to the voice in the shadows. He shook his head. â€œHE WILL NOT ABANDON ME! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND! HE WOULD NEVER ABANDON ME! AS I WOULD NEVER ABANDON HIM!â€ he argued angrily but crying a bit. â€œHe wouldnâ€™t! He wouldnâ€™t! I know he wouldnâ€™t! You donâ€™t know him very well then if you talk about him in such ways!â€<br/><br/>The quiet that followed abandon scared him. He knew that silence like that was always followed by bad things. His father had told him that a long time ago. He cried out as something smacked into the soft part of his arm near his wrist. The pain was starting up again. Crying out loudly in pain again as it hit his side. Bruise forming there almost instantly. Crying out again as it happened to his other side. â€œI donâ€™t care that he isnâ€™t! I donâ€™t! I would never hurt him or leave him! Nor would I take him from his family! I donâ€™t care what you think I love him!â€ He screamed out. Tears rimming his eyes and threatening to trail down his cheeks. He had realized with these hits and what the man was saying that he did love Jason. He loved him. Kinjo screamed and his body lurched as the skin broke open where the whip came down hard and heavy on his back. Blood pooling to the surface. â€œItai!â€ (ouch/ow)Tears trailing down his cheeks.<br/><br/>He screamed again when it smacked it across his arm and burned. The skin scratched open just a little. â€œItai!â€ (ouch/ow) He screamed out over and over again. More and more deep bloody cuts opened in his back with each smack. â€œITAI! ITAI! ITAI! ITAI!â€ He screamed over and over again. Even if you didnâ€™t speak Japanese with how many times it was said with the situation anyone could figure out that meant ouch or ow in whatever language he was speaking. Each strike jerked his body forwards. He screamed over and over again. His body hanging a bit as his head hung down as the strikes continued. The strands of his hair fell down over the top of his head. Draping downwards like a waterfall curtain. He cried hard from pain. Blood dripping down his spine. He could feel the hot liquid leaving his form. Each strike opened more places of blood upon his back. Each strike caused him to scream louder and louder. Scream out ouch/ow in Japanese over and over again. â€œShite kudasai. ... Teishi. Teishi... Sore wa itai. Teishi... Shite kudasai. Watashi wa monogoi o shite imasu...â€ (please....stop. Stop...it hurts. Stop...please. I'm begging you...)