Kinjo honestly, if he had been let go right then, wouldnâ€™t have said a word even to Jason. It hadnâ€™t gotten very, very scary yet. It was still at the point where he could pretend it was just a bad dream and move on. It wouldnâ€™t stay that way. Not very long. He wasnâ€™t the evil manâ€™s though. If he was anyoneâ€™s...it be Jason. He let out a soft sound or protest. A bit of a whimper as his eyes were wide as he didnâ€™t understand why his body was reacting to being volilated in such a way. He tried to escape the male. He cried out in disliking and fear as James leaned in. He felt the older maleâ€™s chest crushing into his. He tugged with his wrists. Trying to get one free to try to push the guy away. Knew them too? How could this evil man know the person he met up with? Jason... His thoughts replaying conversations Jason had with him where his brother had been mentioned. You could literally see the gears whirling quickly in his mind. â€œYou are Jasonâ€™s evil brother who kills people!â€ He cried out with wide eyes. Struggling harder.<br/><br/>The moment his hands were free he pressed them against Jamesâ€™s shoulders and began trying to push him off. Push him back. It was futile to do so but still he tried. He shuddered as his eyes went wide and got a slight heated look in them as his neck began to be kissed and sucked on. A fearful whimpered moan was the only indication James would get that he had found a hot spot on Kinjo. â€œNO! NO! NO! STOP!â€ He yelled out. He cried out in pain as his upper arms were roughly grabbed. Thrashing around without trying to hurt James. Just desperately attempting to escape. Trembling as he wanted to go home. He jerked his head side to side. Trying to keep his ear away from the guys mouth. â€œLET GO! LET GO!â€ He yelled out. Nasty bruises already forming on his arms.<br/><br/>He tried to drag his feet and make it harder to pull him down the hallway. Where were they going now? What was going to happen now? Was...was Jasonâ€™s brother going to kill him? He just wanted to see Jason again. What if he never got to see him again. He did not know that James could tell he was probably a virgin. Though there was no probably...he was. In all senses of the word. Physically, sexually, not even kissed. Never done oral. "No...no...I don't want to go wherever you are taking me..." he protested in a fearful voice. Slipping into Japanese. "Watashi wa futatabi watashi no shin'yÅ« o sanshÅ shite kudasai kesshite shitakunai. Nani o kare wa watashi ni nani o shiyou to shite iru? Jeison... Koko no soto ni hÅhÅ ga aru hazudesu. Watashi wa chÅdo sore o mitsukeru hitsuyÅ ga arimasu. Watashi wa koko kara hanarete shutoku suru hitsuyÅ ga arimasu. Hanarete, kono kyÅki no otoko kara. Watashi wa shinitakunai." (I do not want to never see my best friend again. What is he going to do to me? Jason... There has to be a way out of here. I just need to find it. I need to get away from here. Away from this crazy man. I don't want to die.) He had slipped into his native tongue as a fail safe mechanism. He was trying to remain calm even though he was afraid. Mostly he was afraid he was going to be killed and he would never see Jason again.