Omen moved on. Images began to flood Angel and Jason's mind. Images of a white and ghostly figure raping them. Each in their own mind. They were being raped. Slowly. Brutally. Cruelly. Every way possible to their body. They were being raped. They were forced to do sexual things. This continued for the longest of times. "QUOTHE THE RAVEN....NEVERMORE." The images faded and an image directed only at Jason. An image only he would see. The ghostly form of a tiger's head. He let out a light roar and then it faded away. "QUOTHE THE RAVEN....NEVERMORE." With that large black wings formed out of the beings back. Growing up and up folding up then folding in. Cocooning the being in shadows. When they opened there was a raven. It rose up into the air. "QUOTHE THE RAVEN...NEVERMORE." Came the cawwed voice of the raven before it flew off and vanished. The fog dispersing and the sky lightened instantly.<br/><br/>Kinjo just wanted it to stop. Wanted to make James happy so he would stop. Still the man wouldn't stop. Still he made him choke and gag. He kept sucking. Harder when the penis went down his throat. He coughed at the taste of the pre. The whine that escaped him told he hated the taste of it. He cried out in protest as he felt the hand stroking and touching his penis. Whimpering and crying out. Soon moaning as he couldn't help it. He bucked into the hand job which only made him cry harder. The moans also made him cry harder. He felt like he was dirty and horrible. He kept sucking. Harder when he gagged and choked. Cute choking sounds escaping his lips. He wanted James to stop. To stop using his mouth like this. To stop touching him. He moaned yet protested between choking sounds and sucking harder. He was having harder time breathing. His body arched into the tightening and loosening of his penis. Unlike James who had experience with this type of thing...Kinjo's body had none. As such it built up in pleasure levels much quicker than James did. He moaned and arched. Protesting and sucking and choked. Gagging as well. Whimpering as his hands dug at and scratched through his hair. He writhed and pre began to bead on his tip. He cried and tried to fight it. He was moaning protestantly. He knew James wasn't going to listen to him. He knew the man would never listen to him. He never stopped before and he wouldn't stop now. No matter how much he begged him. Still he could not help but beg. He was terrified out of his mind. His very actions showed as much. James wanted to make sure Kinjo was extremely afraid of him...and he succeeded. Kinjo was beyond terrified of the older male. He tried to fight it...the pleasure that this man was forcing on him. He didn't understand how he could be reacting to such evil touches. He didn't want to but the guy was making him anyways. He felt horrible about it. Very, very horrible.