Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that had a lease that could be broken— Roger Tennant, crossing the lawn, could see two of the three wings of the house, which radiated spoke-like from its heptagonal central reminiscent of scores of movie sets of the Deep South. That on the close-fitting and slit up the leg like the gown of a Chinese woman. should behave. this is Hell." "Is this crop rotation or did you send for me?" she asked cynically. on with it." He could sense the restless stirring of the woman within Dana, just as he could feel the stirring toward her within himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted within them by their captors. It didn't look like a prison—or a cage. Within the dome of the wasn't. It was a prison, a cage. Eudalia, who had borne twin girls recently, was lying back, newly thin brought through. something that might cheer her up, for she was by far the youngest of other two, especially Dana, upon him, he could not. in a harem, even when it's supposedly my own." "You're not doing so badly," Dana replied acidly. "Lay off—he can't help it," said Eudalia unexpectedly. "He doesn't like it any better than we do." however. She was too frightened. "Let's get the meal ordered," said Dana and they were all silent, thinking of what they wanted to eat but would not enjoy when it came. It arrived before the meal, materializing against one of the seven be it gold, brown or red, A disc jockey's buoyant tones cut in quickly as the final ooooo faded. "This is Grady Martin, your old night-owl, coming to you with predecessors doomed it to instant success. into it just to listen. Dana stood almost in the center of the room, carmine-tipped fingers " Rog! Eudalia laid down her fork with a clatter and regarded Dana disapprovingly. "Why take it out on Rog?" she asked bluntly. "He didn't she's right, Dana. We're as helpless as—laboratory animals. They have the means to make us do whatever they want." "Rog," said Dana, looking suddenly scared, "I'm sorry I snapped at you. changing ." He shook his head. "No, Dana, you're not changing. You're adapting. We all are. We seem to be in a universe of different properties as well as "We may be in the eleventh for all I know," he told her. "But I'll "Why haven't they brought more of us through?" Eudalia asked, tamping "I'm not sure," he said thoughtfully. "I think it's hard for them. They "Why do they do it—the other way, I mean?" asked Dana. it's because they're pretty human." " " Dana was outraged. "Do you call it human to—" considerable danger and, probably, expense of some kind. Some of them don't come back. They kill those of us who put up a fight. Those who don't—or can't—they bring back with them. Live or dead, we're just display in their—their whatever they live in. You call that human, Rog?" "Of course not," he agreed. "In the one instance, we're the hunters, the breeders, the trophy collectors. In the other"—he shrugged—"we're the trophies." There was a long silence. They finished eating and then Dana stood up matched his, and a narrow halter. Eudalia took him to the nursery. He was irritated now in another, angrier way. The infants, protected by cellophane-like coverlets, were it wasn't Eudalia's turn. Tennant said, "I "And it's not yours," insisted Eudalia. "Don't let them make you think it is." "I'll try not to," he said and stopped, realizing the family party was over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome. it was , that was all. discarded as too nightmarish for belief. As in all of this strange universe, excepting the dome-cages in which the captives were held, the training hall followed no rules of it, too, felt straight. The floor looked like crystal smashed by some Opal iridescent and shot with constantly changing colors. Hence the name Opal. and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet feet. He was getting good at it. Dog does trick, he thought. He went through the entire routine at Opal's bidding. When at last he was allowed to relax, he wondered, not for the first time, if he probing investigation. Opal, like the rest of the captors, was as repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to Now you are ready. We are going through at last. Opal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended. Or perhaps that was his intent Tennant could never be sure. They were his role was to be. He had little time to speculate before Opal seemed to envelop him. everything but the date and season. Opal, like the rest of the captors, seemed to have no understanding of time in a human sense. Waiting, Tennant tried not to think of his wife, of the fact that he could have controlled his heartbeat with one of his new powers, but that might have made Opal suspicious. He should be somewhat excited. with the casual antiquity of the living room. Your wife and a man are approaching the house. The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command: when it came, was more humiliating than a slap across a dog's snout. Opal had been too interested in the next lab specimen to bother about power over him. He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted him to do me . He'd had one too many and only wanted a little fun. groomed, more assured than his memory of her. out of hand, but whose inherent aggressive grace had not yet deserted man , that was all—unless one threw in the little black mustache and the smooth salesman's manner. it would be you." " Roger! "Roger," repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here it was, with all of them going through their paces like a trio of tent-show actors. He said, "For God's sake, sit down." six months. Where have you been, Rog? Smashing up the car like that you been, Rog?" Gordon's tone was almost Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. "Tell us, Rog. We have a brought the four of them through, not since they had begun to train him It didn't have to be anybody at all. For it to be Cass Gordon was revolting. "Rog," she said and her voice trembled, "what are we going to do? What do you want " subsided in mumbles, he added, "Actually, I don't think I'm capable of making more than a fraction of the trouble for either of you that you both are qualified to make for yourselves." "Tristan and Isolde," said Tennant, grinning almost happily. "Well, easier and pleasanter than he had expected. They deserved some of the Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been Otherwise, apparently, men were next to impossible for them to capture. whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in tenuosity as well as the immovability of the gateway itself. They could be hurt, even killed by humans in a three-dimensional world.

<question>:
How is Rog treated differently than the others?

<options>:
A he's the only one that can get what he thinks about
B he's the only one that trains with Opal
C they all dislike him because he's responsible for their situation
D he's the one that makes all of the decisions in the house

<answer>:

B