James chuckled and stroked Kinjo on the cheek before running his hand down and stroked around Kinjo's penis. Such soft skin, even softer hair, it was such an anomaly for it to still be so soft. He kind of liked it, it felt nice to the touch. Though Kinjo's pitiful whimpers of "no" and "please" to follow over and over made him chuckle. He wondered if Kinjo even knew what he was gonna have happen to him, he seemed so sheltered. Which for him meant he could throw out so many surprises and it be so new to him. It was great, especially since he was going to take every bit of Kinjo's virginity. James rubbed Kinjo on the legs before gripping his thighs, lifted up, then rammed into Kinjo's bud. Blood would soon coat his long thick and hard dick, and he couldn't wait to hear the screams. James wasnt going to he gentle and he was going to use his unearthly stamina to fuck Kinjo for a long time.<span style="font-style: italic">Sitting in his chair, the one at Angel's desk he spun around. Waiting for her to get back. Though when a man came in, smelling like a dumpster he made a face. The man rushed to the chief but was pushed back, claiming he had a disturbance in the area he bummed. Jason listened as the man wailed out, "You gotta be idiots- there is a building that screams, smells of death, has a dumpster with a partial cremated body of a boy that has gears and melted plastic all within his ash! I'm telling you the NightTerror has new victims in his grasp!" He wouldn't tell where it was, seeing as he kept forgetting where it was but he knew it was not a good place. Jason stood up and went to talk to the chief. Somehow this made him feel weird. Like the day that omen came. Could this be connected?</span>