Jackson's lips twitched at the thought of his father dying. He was a prick but he was loved and wanted by the family he has created, though the people under his rule might praise Onin for what he did. "There are no laws, and you know that. Families and groups just crumble to another's will when someone in charge dies off..." He'd rather be the one killed before his father was, he didn't know how to control anyone.<br/><br/>Jackson didn't think Onin was a complete idiot, but he had to test and see how far he could push. "How about you fuck me now so I can strangle you sooner," He snapped viciously, giving his wrists a hard tug to only receive some advancement in the rope burn he was sure to have. He should just hold still and look pretty, get the other's guard down, but he couldn't. He had to talk about and be a little prick about everything because he was terrified of what was going to happen to him. He would be raped, that much was obvious, but what after that?<br/><br/>"Does raping boys get you off? Them screaming and begging in a way that'd make normal people's stomach turn in disgusting? I wonder how much of a sick fuck you are," He had to talk if he said nothing fear might show. He just wanted to show the anger he felt, the anger that hid everything else from the man. He still wasn't sure if the other was serious, he sure seemed to be.