The NightTerror chuckled, his head close to Kinjo's as he nipped the young teen. Kissing his neck with softly done nips and nibbles before lifting his head and nipped Kinjo's cheek a bit roughly before glancing to the knob on the door. Scanning to see how far he was from winning. He was close. James smiled and held Kinjo's now free hand in his as he breathed softly by the boy. Using his free hand he pried Kinjo's hand away from the door and held the boy around his arms to pin them to his chest or sides as be pulled him. James looked up and began to turn his head looking behind himself as much as he could before dragging Kinjo up a flight of stairs. He tugged and pulled all the way up till he was in the hallway. James began counting backwards as he pulled Kinjo to a room in the far back. A room whose number was faded into the wood, 47. He kicked the door open and dragged Kinjo inside. The monitors were in a smaller room, but the glow was evident under a door. The male knew he had started to arouse Kinjo, he'd use this for what he would do after beating him. Dragging Kinjo to a rope he took the knotted end and looked up. Swinging it the rope flung up and wrapped around a pole that hung from the ceiling. More like water pipe. A sturdy one he dug out of the top. His room was actually two rooms. The floor/ceiling of the one over him was gone, he gutted the floor to make his room taller. When he did that he exposed pipes and bars, making this a good place to hang people from. Part of the rope he flung was attached to a small-balled and thick chain. Making it longer. Moving he pinned Kinjo to a counter and tied him by the wrists, using he end that dangled down, before he jerked the rope tight. Satisfied he looked to Kinjo, "Your hands are over your head, you can't free yourself." He chuckled and vanished. Soon after the rope went slack a little before it began to tug Kinjo's arms more up over his head, the rattle of the chain clanked over a metal pipe as it was pulled slowly by something heavier than James.