Kinjo weighed very little even though he was a healthy weight for one his size. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was carried and teleported to a new location. That this new location was going to be many, many more times as scary as the place he had been in before. To think...he had almost escaped. That if James and Jason had argued just a little while longer...he'd have succeeded to do so. He didn't know that though. It had been a desperate and tiring attempt to escape. The drug plus the physical drain had him still out even after the drug wore off. If he had known that for a very long time his kidnapper and soon to be torturer had snuggled with him he'd have freaked out. That would have scared the hell out of him. His body was reenergized around ten in the morning the next day. He groaned and began to stir. His mind slipped back into reality and he sat up. Disoriented at first and deeply hoping that had just been a horrible horrible nightmare. However, as soon as his eyes focused and the room came into view his heart sank. It really had happened. He really had been kidnapped. He flew off the bed and turned around slowly as he looked around the room. Where...? Where was he? This wasn't the last place he had been. He didn't like this place. His long hair flew behind him like a cape as he shot towards the door. His shoes made soft sounds. Eventually he would ditch the shoes to walk with silenter steps. Not at this point though. He listened and heard silence. Opening the door and peeked out. Looking for anyone. He didn't see anyone. He started searching for exits. Ending up at the staircase and looked around. Where was he? This place was creepy. He smelled some horrible stench. There was white things, skeleton bones, in various places. Stains on the ground that he wasn't sure he wanted to ponder or even know what they were. He saw the front door and bolted towards it. He tried to open it but it wouldn't. This place gave him chills. He turned the knob. It wouldn't turn or budge. In fact it didn't make a sound just wouldn't move. He pulled desperately on it for a good five minutes before backing up a couple step with wide eyes. Wh....why wouldn't it move? Why couldn't he get it open? It was unlocked. He could tell it was unlocked. It wasn't like when he was first in the states and wasn't certain how to operate the door properly.