Watching from the outside Jason shivered; so creepy and he was confused mostly but he still watched. He didn't deter his gaze from the being but he did tighten his hold on the door of the car. Jason watched as the marks were made on the Omen and winced. Man what ever this meant he felt bad the being had to do this. Not unless it... Nah he still felt the feeling. Yet he let go of the door and fell into it, making it shut as he leaned on it. Those pained screams. The tenor of the voices made him feel every ounce of the pain. The "I wanna to home" and "I don't want to die" hit his heart more then the other two making him feel weak, making him want to go find what caused this to come to him and help it, "What's going on..." He whispered. Yet still transfixed on the Omen that seemed to love Edgar Allen Poe.<br/><br/><br/>Short breaths came from the boy under James as he forced Kinjo to give him head. The chokes and gags he heard were music and beautiful. Kinjo was wanting to be good yet James made it hard on him. He would soon drip pre, he could feel his body getting ready to do so. The constricting space Kinjo's mouth offered made it feel good and he soon knew the first drops of pre began to fall. He chuckled and began to sit up a little, lifting the hand he didn't use to finger rape Kinjo as well. Using hat hand he began to stroke and give Kinjo a hand job. Tightening his grip and loosening it periodically as he continued to thrust. His pre dripping down Kinjo's throat. James moaned each slow thrust and soon shook in a shiver. He would release the full soon. First he'd make sure Kinjo was "enjoying" his own penis being played with. He didn't stop either. James wasn't going to listen to Kinjo.