[SRuiz]

Tyson remained motionless as he was otherwise calm despite what was racing in his mind, which was to fight back and escape. As the vampire began to undo his clothes, the thought of gripping his hands and tearing them off with as much as his might could offer raced through his head, but instead, he just remained still.

"Why...are you doing this?" His voice was even calm, if not a bit monotonous. His head turned a bit in curiousity. "Why not just kill me?" His eyes were very much defiant, but so long as the smoke that filled his lungs remained, he was more than receptive to what was going on. Now before the vampire he was clad in nothing but the black boxers and that was more than likely to be take away as well.