James grinned. "Thank you Mister!" he exclaimed. He could already feel the conditioning making him feel like Jon was his big daddy but he tried to shake it off. "If you don't mind me asking. How are we going to get out?" He asked curiously. As far as he knew the only way was those weird spheres that his family came down in, Ugh. James' father. He hated that man with a passion. You wouldn't think a child is capable of this kind of hate but he is. Ever since his father betrayed him and gave him away for mere money. His father was the sole reason he was turned into this...this thing. This disgusting creature with a slimy slug in it's stomach. The reason his skin is now grey, his eyes yellow, and his voice, terrifying. Sometimes he couldn't stand to hear himself speak. The horrible and scary voice wasn't his. James hoped his new daddy wouldn't betray him like that.