A few moments went by and Niegel wasn't sure if Chrys would even take anything that was offered to him but then he admitted that he was thirsty. He asked nicely and Niegel wasn't really aware that his intention was mostly to get the deranged man away from him. His touch did nothing to soothe Chrys but it seemed to calm Niegel down marginally and bring him back to a level where he could keep control of himself. His tone was a bit solemn knowing what all it had come to and how much worse it was going to become.<br/><br/>“You look terrified,” Niegel told him. “If I could I'd send your daddy a picture of your face. I think he'd be quite disturbed.” He patted him once in reassurance before getting up. There was a lock on the inside of the door that required a key and he already had plans for new containment systems. For now he'd either be watching Chrys or tying him up. There was no reason for him to go far right now. He was fully stocked on everything he imagined he might need for a while, water and food included.<br/><br/>“Don't move or I'll string you back up in the closet,” he warned though he wasn't sure if it would be incentive enough to keep him still. Niegel had his pants pulled back in place as if nothing had been attempted at all. He opened a can of soup to pour into a bowl, saving half the contents to eat himself. Most of what he had was plastic, careful of what could potentially be used as a weapon against him. Nothing ceramic. As a soldier, he knew even the most mundane sort of things could be. Whether Chrys had wanted to eat or not he brought him the soup, and a handful of crackers, and a bottle of water. He set the meal beside him, optional for now.<br/><br/>“You should eat but I won't make you,” Niegel told him. “I didn't really know the sort of things you might like but in I few days I don't imagine you'll be very picky. It'll all blur together soon enough.” Everything eventually would feel like ash in his mouth. Niegel would rid him of every single joy in this world. He would never be the same again just as Niegel would never be the same. Niegel sat down on the edge of the bed again, water bottle in his hand. He jerked Chrys closer to him by where he was bound. He unwrapped him, setting him loose so that he had use of his hands.<br/><br/>“I'm not in the mood for you to get clever. If you run I'll beat you bloody,” Niegel warned, again unsure if that was the right motivator to keep Chrys still. He handed over the water, setting the ropes to the side. Any options Chrys might take would all take time. Niegel would be on him in a second if he so much as twitched.