<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Neigel wasn't planning on raping him right then. He wanted to strip him, and to humiliate him further. He wanted to scare him a little bit, and to make him feel vulnerable. That he was hard wasn't for Chrys at all, but for Ron, after he'd kissed the young man like he was his father. He warned him to be still, and he had long enough to plead his case and to try and make Neigel see reason.<br/>
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“I did, but I wasn't fit to protect, remember? It has to be this way, Chrys. I couldn't get to your father any other way,” he told him. His words were meant to be gentle, and maybe if Chrys had just gone limp, Niegel wouldn't have known what to do with him really. He didn't though, choosing to fight instead, bucking and getting flipped back around. Chrys, young and flexible that he was, tried to gain the upper hand even with his feet tied together. An arm flew up and around his throat, but Niegel wasn't going to give him the opportunity to remove his remaining bonds, or try to get away, even with Chrys trying to choke him out.<br/>
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His airway was blocked, and Niegel was incensed to fury all over again, just after he'd calmed down. Maybe if Chrys' legs had been free, he would have had a better chance of pinning him better, but with them tied together they couldn't be utilized as easily. Neigel didn't hesitate to throw elbows, and unlike Chrys, he was accustomed to fighting for his life (though that would soon change). Neigel was not merciful, his blows intent on one purpose; cause excruciating pain, or be killed.<br/>
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Neigel used to the other hand to pry Chrys' arm from around his throat, and then threw his elbow back again, this time hoping to hit the young man in the side of the head. He slung Chrys around with the clothing that he hadn't gotten off completely, thumping him hard up against the side of the camper before dragging him off the bed completely. Niegel was pulling clothing again, harsher this time. The fabric of his shirt ripped before he got it fully off, and he threw the lump to the side before grabbing hold of the waistband of his sweatpants and tugging, hard. Chrys' exposed skin was lighter than his father's, and his body was different. He didn't know why this surprised him so much. Of course they were not going to be the same. They were two different people. Even though Chrys held some similarities in his face, when Niegel really chose to look, there were plenty more reasons why the young man <i>didn't</i> look like his father.<br/>
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“I told you. Did you really think you could win that? Do you realize how man people I've killed? People that were fighting for their lives, just like you, only they'd known it sooner,” Niegel berated.<br/>
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Niegel pulled Chrys' sweatpants down around his knees along with his underwear all in one go. He left the bindings around his ankles, even if he'd initially intended to untie him completely at first.<br/>
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“You should have waited a little bit longer,” Niegel pointed out. “You would have had a better chance. Now you've let me know you are not completely absent capability. Did your daddy teach you that?”</span></span>