He watched people began to retreat to their rooms as punishments started to begin. He had long finished his food, he was just waiting. He sighed and stood up, putting his plate away and made his way to his room. He entered, closing the dorm firmly behind him. He hated punishments. He grew quite violent when he was being punished, and it was quickly discovered a way to do it. He had to be tied up, then beaten. He was never sure what was worse. Being trapped and helpless, or being beaten. Alone, they wouldn't be fun, together, they were terrible. He always hated the tied, locked up feeling of complete helplessness. He gathered he got it from his childhood, having been locked in his room for hours on end, with no way to get out. He paced in his room, letting out the occasional soft growl. He hated this.