He felt his body crash into the cage, before he could even react to the demon that picked him up. The door slammed shut behind him, yet the door was unlocked. He panted, his eyes glancing around, his eyes slowly returning to normal. He then let out a low groan, feeling the wet blood covering his face. His fangs retreated, leaving normal canines behind. He leaned forward, holding his head in his hand. His shoulders began to shake, almost silently crying, just small noices. He hated who he was. He hated what he had to do. He hated how he lost control. He hated this. He didn't think to try to open his door, he was too stuck in remembering what he did, nearly killing that scientist, and the feeling he had while doing it. The worst part, was once he calmed down, he remembered everything.