<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">When opportunity presented itself, Niegel was a man to take it. Chrys had been ripe for the picking, and things had gone as smoothly as they could have in a kidnapping situation. He'd injected Chrys a second time, on the way to their destination. He wanted to be on the safe side, and it wouldn't be convenient if he woke when he was loose in the back seat of his truck. Niegel had moved him once he got them parked, and tied him so that there would be less of a fit at first.<br/>
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“<i>What</i> is this, Chrys. It doesn't matter where,” Niegel corrected. His voice was calm, at least for now. He wasn't sure what the plan was from there. Nothing was set in stone. He only wanted Ron to suffer in some way. Desecrating his child seemed like a fitting start, but only when the mood was right. He stood up and walked slowly to the edge of the bed, where he sat down. He reached for the bindings around Chrys' ankles, dragging him closer since he'd backed himself away.<br/>
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“Someone was going to have to pay for your father's wrongs. I'm sorry that it had to be you, but I could think of no other way to wound him. I don't like hurting women or children,” Niegel explained, as if this was any better. As if he was actually a man of solid constitution, and perhaps in another life he might have been.<br/>
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“I paid the price of Ron's cowardice for nine months. And then to top it off, he got me discharged. Now, I don't know what he's told you about me. If he's said anything about me at all, but there's problem even more you don't know of your father. Hell, he's spent more time with us than he ever has his family. Still, I know he cares about you. This is going to ruin him.” It was his first born, after all. For as shitty of a father as Ron was, he still bragged about his son. He thought he was doing right by his family, working, and providing. Now that one had been taken, Niegel was curious what he'd do.<br/>
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“I wonder how long it's going to be before anyone realizes you're gone,” Niegel pondered, but he didn't really care. He wasn't imagining this was going to end well for any of them. He'd gone in knowing that. He just wanted to spit in Ron's face on his way out. He'd disposed of any technology along the way, his own phone included. He wasn't going to need it any longer. No one was likely to question where he'd gone. He'd been saying he was going to travel the states for a long time now. Naturally, he would do that after he finished all the bullshit that went with selling his house.<br/>
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“You remind me of him, you know? I apologize for what I'm going to do to you because of that,” Niegel continued, frowning. The smaller part of himself wanted to pet Chrys, but the bigger part wanted to hurt him simply for resembling Ron.</span></span>