Without meaning to, Chrys raised his voice. "Nothing about this is worth it, Mr. Reyes..! Someone might... no, someone<i> will</i>get hurt if you continue like this. Once that happens... there's no going back. You have to stop before then," Chrys pleaded. "Please." Something outside had caught Niegel's attention, and he turned his head to look out the window. Chrys turned to look too, secretly hoping that it was a person, only to be greeted by the sight of a tiny bird perched on a tree branch outside. Then in only a moment's time, Niegel lunged and landed on top of him.<br/><br/>Chrys felt the air in his lungs get pushed out by the force of Niegel's body slamming into his, and he only had a second to take a breath of recovery before Niegel had his hands around his neck. What he said had provoked the soldier, in unexpected ways. Enough so that he would choke him for it. Terror clutched hold of him. Sitting on top of him was a deranged maniac, snarling at him with the ferocity of a wild dog about to bite. Chrys thrashed violently beneath him, But against the more muscular man while tied up, he was little more than a human-sized worm. His heart was pounding and adrenaline was coursing through his veins, every cell in his body desperately begging him to retaliate with all he had. But with his arms crushed beneath him he couldn't even push Niegel away.<br/><br/>"A—Ah.... I'm sorry, I didn't... know..." Chrys choked out, a bit of saliva trailing down from his lips. His lungs began burning, screaming for precious oxygen. His thrashing became even more violent, now that he was more desperate to get out from beneath Niegel. The soldier adjusted his weight every time Chrys was slipping, cutting him off from dislodging his choker. "Stop... need to breathe... stop..." Unwilling he began weeping, tears streaking down the side of his head. His vision was starting to get spotty, as blackness began creeping in.<i>He's going to kill me, </i>Chrys thought.<i>He's going to kill me... Help. Anybody. </i>He was on the verge of passing out, and he thrashed as hard as he could, the only thought pervading his mind being his bodily need.<i> "Please..."</i><br/><br/>When Niegel finally slackened his hold, Chrys was panting for breath. For a few seconds his vision went black, before he returned back to his harsh reality. His head lolled to the side, while he was focusing on breathing.<i>He's insane, absolutely insane. </i>Chrys couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or if it was some demented lie, but one thing was certain: at the very least, it was true to the soldier. And because it was, the subject was a sensitive one. Right now Niegel's hand was too close to his throat for comfort, and Chrys put his words away. There was no incentive for him to say something when the threat of being choked loomed near.<br/><br/>The finger might as well have been a knife, because it was raising every hair on Chrys' neck. He was half expecting to be choked again, this time until he was unconscious. A part of him wanted to scream, but it was a small part he tucked away using sensibility. "I don't," Chrys answered softly. An involuntary whimper escaped from his lips as Niegel dug his nail into the delicate flesh of his neck, his legs shifting uncomfortably, as he prepared for the soldier to choke him again.<i>Relax. </i>He took a deep breath, trying to regain his better sense.<i>The worst that can happen right now is panicking. </i>Another breath.<i>Remember when you went hunting with uncle and saw that bear... the mother bear doesn't attack when you are calm. </i><br/><br/>Niegel went on another spiel about his father, what Ronald Collins did overseas in Afghanistan. The way he described his father filled Chrys with disbelief.<i>No. That's too terrible for even Dad. </i>He knew his father was an adulterer, a sleazebag, an asshole, and a brawny brute at times, but human rights violator? Maybe it was true, but he wasn't about to take Niegel's words to heart, not when he was sitting on top of him like a psychopath and a hand around his throat to 'correct' him.<i>It doesn't matter, not now.</i>What was more concern to him was the way the soldier had phrased his words.<i>What is he planning to do to me? </i><br/><br/>Everything about the kidnapping was wrong, and Niegel knew it. He even admitted it.<i>There is no reasoning with him. </i>The soldier's head lowered, and Chrys could feel his breath on his chin. The expresson Niegel wore on his face said<i>I'm ready to kill you and maul you like a pack of wild dogs. </i>Chrys couldn't help but turn his gaze away, unable to maintain eye contact for more than a second. He pressed himself into the bed, sinking just a little deeper. He was bracing himself for the next way Niegel was going to hurt him, when he suddenly leaned down and gave him a kiss.<br/><br/><i>What?</i>