Kinjo struggled as the belt was suddenly restraining his legs by clamping his ankles together. â€œWell I really want to be let go but I already learned that isnâ€™t likely to happen any time soon.â€ He said seriously. He struggled and tried to escape. His eyes go wide in horror at what the man describe as dropping him. Wincing at the mere mental imagery of it. â€œThat isnâ€™t what I meant! You donâ€™t know truth! Evil people rarely tell the truth!â€ He cried out in protest. He whimpered a bit. He didnâ€™t like this man. This red eyed man with the hoodie shadowing his face. He shivered at the cruel smile. He saw the cruel smile. â€œHe vaguely mentioned something about that...â€ he said softly. The voice was scary. How was it coming from every. He heard the rest. â€œNO! YOU ARE LYING! YOU ARE LYING!â€ He yelled out. â€œPlus he would never do that to me! Ever! I know he wouldnâ€™t!â€ He heard a soft whirring noise that made him fall silent. Then scream out in pain as something hit his side hard. What was that? Crying out again in pain when higher up on his side something hit him hard. Whimpering as a burn by whatever wrapped around his wrist was left on his arm. It stung and brought tears to his eyes. What could cause pain and burn you like that? Screaming and his body lurched forward at the first strike to his back. Whimpering in pain. Another cry of pain as his body lurched forward again with the next strike upon his back. Then again when the hit came again. Bruises already forming on his body along with red marks. Crying out in pain again when it hit him again and then another time. Whimpering and fighting tears. His very reaction told he had never been put through pain of any kind before. â€œI donâ€™t care! I donâ€™t care! He is my best friend! He and Soria would never do anything to hurt me!â€ He cried out. He wasnâ€™t sure what would happen next. He didnâ€™t know if whatever was whipping him would hit him again.