In a whirl of tumbling bodies, Chrys had found himself choking Niegel. He had managed to get Niegel in a choke hold, which he was barely managing to do. The soldier had years, if not more than a decade of experience, of close quarters combat when his firearm failed him. Chrys knew the type of fighter Niegel was well, from the few times he and his father decided that to strengthen their bond as men they had to wrestle the life out of each other. It was evident that he was in a disadvantageous scenario - he didn't have the edge Niegel had from having to fight for his life.<br/><br/>But no matter what, Chrys needed to escape. He had taken the chance he had, and there was no backtracking. It was better now than later to try, and he thought it was the best opportunity.<i>He's going to rape me and worse. </i>The thought was horrifying, to say the least. Any idea that came to his mind for what Niegel had planned for him was gruesome and bloody. And it was likely that he was underestimating the levels of depravity Niegel was capable of exercising.<br/><br/>Ultimately, his attempt at escape failed. By no means was Chrys in peak condition - he had eaten healthy for years, but school and lack of opportunity made it difficult for him to maintain his athletic ability. The harsh elbow in the face had disoriented him, causing him to stagger and lose hold of Niegel. Soon thereafter he was thrown from the bed, as he hit the wall of the room and let out a cough. Finally the soldier had given up taking off his clothes without damaging them, and he unceremoniously ripped it from his body.<br/><br/>"No," Chrys objected, as Niegel hooked his fingers under the waistband of both his sweatpants and underwear. He managed to hit the soldier's arm once before he was dragged forward, sliding onto his back as his pants slid up his legs. With his legs tied together, they balled up around his ankles. In a panicked manner he scrambled backwards, until he was settled in the corner of the room. Panting, he covered his exposed groin with his left hand.<br/><br/>Chrys swallowed dryly, anxiously staring at the man.<i>I'm naked now. </i>The assault had been haphazardly set up in a matter of precious seconds, and had been more of a desperate attempt to run away if anything. Even if he had successfully subjugated Niegel, he wasn't sure what he would've done afterwards. Restraining the soldier would come next obviously, but then what? Chrys wasn't even sure where they were. "I... thought I could," he replied.<i>I have to calm him down. </i>The violence had riled up Niegel, and any other bouts of violence that happened, Chrys would certainly be on the receiving end of it.<i>I have to make him see reason.</i><br/><br/>"Mr. Reyes... I know why you're doing this now. My dad. It's not just because he got you tortured... or because he got you fired. No... there's something more to it, isn't there? You loved him, didn't you?" Chrys asked. He couldn't help but make a face of pity. If what he thought was right, then it made Niegel look different. "My father... confessed that he had an affair in the military. It was you, wasn't it?" He made eye contact with the soldier, maintaining it. "You're a victim, to my father's wiles. To my father's cowardly actions. You loved him and he tossed you away."<i>I have to stop talking. He's going to hurt me. </i>"Are you really going to throw your life away for my shitty father?"