<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Niegel watched him patiently, giving Chrys the chance to really think about the options he had. He didn't want to influence him any more than he already had, so he was standing still, as non-threatening as possible given the circumstances. Finally, he looked to Niegel, scowling, expressing his refusal. Niegel didn't act angry by the decision at all. He only nodded his understanding, and for a second he almost looked sympathetic. What he was apt to do might be worse than rape, depending on perspective.<br/>
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“ You will comply, by the end of this. You'll be so dead inside it won't matter to you. When I tell you to, eventually, you'll bend over and spread your ass. I want that to sink in, and I want you to think about what I'm going to do to get you there, to that point. You refused now, but eventually, the prospect of the unknown will be scarier than being raped,” Niegel explained while maintaining that calm manner, though he spoke his words as if they were fact, and not speculation towards the future.<br/>
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“I'll show you now, what I mean. Maybe you think there are only so many things that I can do to you, but in reality, you've no idea.” Maybe he would think differently when presented choice again, though Niegel wasn't sure he was going to give him options as far as his rape went next time. Chrys looked frightened even as he resolved himself to his refusal, and he'd stopped trying to reason with him at all. Niegel went for Chrys and pulled him off the bed by the arm, arranging his resistant body so that he was flat on his stomach with Neigel's knee in the dead center of his back. He pressed his weight down, regathering the fibrous rope.<br/>
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“Put your hands behind your back again,” Niegel ordered, but he hadn't really expected Chrys' compliance after his first refusal. Niegel was forced to wrestle the boy once again, and this time he applied the ropes with him conscious. Niegel had learned plenty of knots in his day, and plenty of ways to subdue the enemy. It was never easy to do so with a struggling body, but Chrys was already partway contained. He looped the rope a number of times, at least six inches wide on the young man's wrist before threading the extra rope a few more times between his two hands. Niegel still had extra rope, but he had a purpose for this and he used it to haul the young man up bodily by his arms. They were wrenched back, and he either had to move or endure pain in his shoulders.<br/>
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Niegel dragged him like an unruly beast to his closest, where he opened to test the supporting beam where any normal man might have hung his clothing. He tossed the end of the rope over it and pulled.<br/>
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“On your toes,” Niegel instructed, cranking Chrys' wrists up farther at an awkward and painful angle. He couldn't hide his body now, but Niegel had placed Chrys to face him. “Up higher still,” Niegel decided, finding the happy place where Chrys' toes barely brushed the ground, while he partway dangled from his strained limbs. He'd been inspired when he saw the high ceiling of this particular style RV. He just hadn't intended on using it so soon, but Niegel was an adaptable man.<br/>
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Niegel was holding the rope, but he tied it to a screw eye hook that had been drilled into the wall just about at level with Chrys' hip. He used a quick release knot (quick release for him anyway) so that he could easily loosen Chrys when he wished, but no amount of struggling on the boys part would gain him so much as another inch of slack.<br/>
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“More comfortable this way, or are you wishing for that dick in your ass yet?” Niegel wondered.</span></span>