Chrys thanked him but he didn't touch the soup, just drank water and the crackers. He assumed it had something to do with the boy's upset and frayed nerves and perhaps if Niegel gave him a little time to relax he would have enough of an appetite to eat. Unlike Chrys, Niegel's stomach was giving him not protest. He left him there on the bed, going back into the kitchen to microwave the second half of the soup in another bowl. He ate quickly, standing, hardly tasting anything at all. Niegel had gotten into that habit. Eat what you're given. The body needs calories to maintain itself. It was a lesson Chrys hadn't learned just yet but Niegel would show him with time, and soon he would eat anything he gave him no matter how upset he was. That was how it had gone for a lot of the prisoners. Not all of course. Some wasted away, refused; made their lives more difficult. Niegel might have refused some of their other humiliations but food, no matter how awful it was, never was one of them. The basic food items he'd got for them kept well and were leagues better than what his captives had offered.<br/><br/>“You don't like it or are you still upset?” Niegel asked, tossing the empty can into the recycling part of his trash can along with the disposable spoon. He washed, rinsed, and dried the bowl. The reason he'd picked this camper was that generally no matter where he was in it he could see most of the layout. The exceptions were the closet and the bathroom. Mostly open, where he could watch Chrys while he was unbound. All things considering, Chrys had it good. There were some things even Niegel couldn't stomach and that happened to be living in filth. Everything was clean, orderly, and put away. When he walked back over to the edge of the pick he picked up the rope to wrap it up neatly, even if he would have a need of it again soon.<br/><br/>“Your father didn't have any allergies. He claimed poppy seeds made him itch but I just don't think he liked them,” Niegel went on conversationally, though he hadn't purchased anything but plain bagels just in case. “Did you inherit any from your mother's side that I should be aware of? You should tell me now. If you have some sort of episode you won't be rushed to the hospital if that's what you're hopeful for.” Niegel would give him Benadryl and hope for the best even if he went anaphylactic.<br/><br/>“We'll try again later. Don't you worry, sweetheart, it wasn't you,” he said mockingly. “Need to piss or something?” he continued on, sliding the bathroom door open that was near to the bed. It was nothing special; clean and compact like the rest of the place. It wasn't that old of a camper and it had been kept in good shape. It was a bit of a downgrade from the home he'd sold but mobility was important when dealing with kidnapping victims. Niegel didn't want to be anywhere too long. Chrys still hadn't touched anything beyond the crackers, looking no less miserable than he had been before. It wasn't an attractive look for the young man. Niegel might even have preferred him angry than frightened.<br/><br/>“You know, I don't think I've ever once seen your daddy frightened or vulnerable. Was he ever or had he lost those qualities along the way? All of this will either make you stronger, or it'll make you realize how weak you really are.” For Niegel, it had ruined him. Burned holes into his mind that chose to fill with bitterness and resentment. “You'll find out more about yourself than you could ever have hoped. Some things you aren't going to want to know. Ron is going to find out more about himself as well. I'm going to push that man to his limits. This<i>is</i>going to break him.” Niegel seemed so sure this would be the one thing that could crack the hardened man. The most effective.<br/><br/>“I want to see him beg. What do you think it's going to take to get a man like your father to beg? I want to see him truly frightened for you. I hope I get to.”<br/><br/>Niegel was vocalizing his thoughts, though his voice was calm. He regarded Chrys from the side of his face, contemplative.<br/><br/>“Get up Chrys. Lets take a shower together. Ron liked it back when we used to wait until everyone was asleep to do that.” He reached for Chrys, intent on pulling him to his feet to shove towards the bathroom.