The soldier came close to him, and Chrys instinctively pulled his legs in, tucking them close to his body. If Niegel wanted to, he could likely lunge for him anytime that he wanted. As it stood Chrys was disabled - any attempt for him to free his legs would be met with opposition by the other man, and he was cut off from escape because of his lack of mobility. The most he could hope to do was make it more difficult for him to be dragged from the corner, by not extending his limbs as an open invitation to be grabbed.<br/><br/>The fervent nature of Niegel's rambling had him concerned yet again about the mental state of his captor. Pleading to him was looking more and more bleak - no plea was going to fall upon ears attached to an insane man, and Chrys was starting to question if there was anything sane about the man before him. The harsh smack across the face came as a shock to him and he nudged himself closer to the wall, reaching up with his free hand to cup his now-throbbing cheek.<br/><br/>Soon after the slap Niegel grabbed hold of his legs, dragging him towards the bed.<i>"No!" </i>Chrys yelled, thrashing his legs. The journey to the bed was short, and he soon found himself at the foot of the bed. His pathetic attempts at dislodging the soldier's hold hadn't worked, not one bit. He might as well have been fighting a robot. He stared incredulously at Niegel, for what he demanded of him.<br/><i><br/>
"Climb up and lean over the bed, on your stomach. Keep your pants around your ankles."</i><br/><br/>"Mr. Reyes... we can still go back. Nothing has happened yet. We can still go back! Don't let me be the last person you torture. Let me be the person you don't torture at all! Hurting me will not..." Chrys implored, before faltering into silence. Niegel looked down on him, and the way he looked at him suggested that he would never relent.<i>It's useless. No amount of reasoning will convince him of this.</i><br/><br/>The anger Niegel clutched onto like a vice wouldn't fade at his weak pleas for mercy.<i>He doesn't care at all. </i>The man had been wronged by his father, and every wrong had been multiplied in the man's hysteria.<i>He'd kill me and all he would still be thinking about is getting back at Dad. </i>Niegel's vendetta had become his way of life, and there was no amount of begging that could unnerve such an iron resolve.<br/><br/>For a moment, he looked at his options. He could do as Niegel demanded, and get in the position that was likely going to have him be raped. He could break it for the door, and get beaten into a pulp when he inevitably fails. There were no painless options, and he didn't want to decide which scenario was a lesser pain. Instinctively he wanted to listen to Niegel, and get on the bed like a meek child. But the stronger part of himself stopped him from doing it so easily. Chrys shut his eyes, bowing his head down. His jaw was clenched tightly, as he thought about his next actions. When he raised his head again, he opened his eyes to glare at Niegel with an intense scowl.<i>I won't.</i><br/><br/>"I... Refuse," Chrys declared, shifting backwards as he made it known.