“It's how someone eats after they've been deprived of food. You won't be so picky after a little bit of time, but if you'd rather survive off water and crackers, be my guest,” Niegel commented. Chrys didn't have any allergies that he was aware of. Niegel didn't really like the unexpected, preferring variables that he knew the outcome of. Chrys also said that he didn't have to use the restroom though Niegel expected he didn't want to expose himself again even if he did.<br/><br/>“I've broken already, Chrys. It doesn't matter so much about me. I've already crossed the line,” Niegel responded. He got Chrys moving, though it didn't seem as if he planned on cooperating at all. He huffed in annoyance when the young man hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. He was holding to the edge of the tub, trying to push away from it.<br/><br/>“I am thinking about what I'm doing,” he said. “I'm not about to fuck you. Calm down. I just want us to take a shower together, and maybe I don't mind if you beg. Maybe I can pretend. Your voices are different, but even the ways you say things is reminiscent of Ron. I wonder what if would have been like had I met him before he met your mother. I imagine our lives would all be drastically different. He wouldn't have had to pretend to be something he is not.” Niegel was taking off his clothing as he spoke, and once fully naked he slid the backroom door shut. His dick was still flaccid and he wasn't in the mood to put effort into fixing that. He imagined it would come naturally to him and perhaps not feel so forced. For him, anyway. Chrys might have a different sort of experience when the time came.<br/><br/>“Come on, you're not useless. I know your legs work,” Niegel growled before kneeling down to Chrys' level.<br/><br/>“You want to keep these on, don't you?” he asked, staring at the terrified young man.<br/><br/>“Even the right to cover ourselves was taken from us. Ron didn't care but he had to know that was how we'd be treated. He left us to that fate. Modestly will soon be the least of your worries but maybe you ought to experience what is it like to not be<i> allowed </i>clothing. Privileges will need to be earned and you need to understand that when you make yourself so obvious that people will use this to exploit you.” Niegel didn't seem to have so much problem giving away his through process and why he was doing the things he was doing. He might have left Chrys clothed if it didn't prove so important for the young man to remain covered up.<br/><br/>Niegel wrestled him naked once more, but this time they would remain off. Chrys didn't need them anymore. He was just a body for Niegel to take his frustrations out on. His resemblance to Ron both worked against him and in his favor. He wanted to touch him tenderly, and he wanted to beat him senseless all within the same breath. Then there was Chrys himself, an innocent. He was multiple people and he was nothing at all. It was difficult to tell exactly who Niegel was seeing through his eyes at any given moment, so quick was it to change. Chrys didn't know what all he did that reminded him so much of Ron, for better or for worse.<br/><br/>“Tell me, Chrys, why did you never insist? Did Ron never push you to follow in his footsteps?” Niegel wondered though he had no real way of understanding the dynamic the father and son shared. Ron never discussed his wife for obvious reasons, and he also kept his children out of conversations. Even with the soldiers he wasn't fucking. His private life was very much so held private. Once they were both naked he reached over Chrys to turn the shower on, heating the water to a comfortable level. They were hooked up to water an electric so they didn't have to really be mindful of consumption but at the same time Chrys aught to get used to it. They camper only held so much water in its reserve tank. There were scars littering his body, more than just the occasional gunshot wound. There were stories to tell behind some of those scars of long hours at the mercy of his enemy, denying them the precious information they wanted to badly. At least with Chrys there was not so much pressure; nothing that he was sworn to protect that someone was trying to make him give up.<br/><br/>He took Chrys' hand, placing it on the stomach of his abdomen, along a jagged looking wound. It had not been a clean cut and some of the muscle had wasted away, never returning properly to the area that had been eaten away with infection.<br/><br/>“This is what you earn with resistance and fighting,” Niegel reminded him, picking him up enough to dump him beneath the steady stream of warm water to climb in after him.