The pain was unlike anything he had the misfortune to feel. It was as if someone had lit a fire in his shoulders, and left it to burn while adding more fuel. Every second that passed the sensation seemed to grow more intense, as his muscles strained under the weight of his entire body. There would only be so much his struggling body could tolerate, before his shoulders were ripped from their sockets.<br/><br/>Maybe if he begged for mercy, Niegel might spare him and let him down.<i>Never, </i>Chrys thought to himself. There was no predicting what would happen if he gave in, what sort of price the madman would enact from him if he submit. But the decision wasn't wholly based on fear – there was a part of Chrys that refused to let himself down, and beg. It was another thing that he could say he shared with his father; being stubborn in the wrong areas. If he set his mind to it<br/><br/>When Niegel commented about how he liked “pretty boys with foul mouths”, Chrys couldn't help but feel his skin prickle.<i>I'm completely vulnerable in this position. </i>The soldier was in control of the situation, and he could do anything he wanted. If he wanted to, he could punch Chrys in the stomach without fear of retaliation. Hell, in this position, Niegel could even rape him. He would only be able to defend himself so many times before his body gave up on him, which is when the soldier would grab onto him and force himself inside Chrys' untouched hole.<br/><br/>Any defense attempt came as a double-edged sword for him. If he kicked Niegel, not only would he force himself to carry the full weight of his body, he would encourage the man to beat him into a pulp. Even so, when his captor chanced a brush against his lips, Chrys attempted to nip him with his teeth. He failed to, but he wanted to let Niegel know that he had some opposition. The attempted nip was preceded by a gaze of fury, and Chrys looked at him with an expression of disgust.<i>“Don't touch me.” </i>He didn't want the man to touch him, because he knew of the threat that came with it. Any touching would lead to violence or violation.<br/><br/>It was obvious that Niegel was examining his body, the way his eyes scanned him up and down. Now Chrys knew what a woman felt, being undressed with the eyes. The violation felt worse; he was naked, and the possibility of Niegel raping him loomed closer than ever before. He felt like a deer, staring its predator in the eyes just before the predator lunged for the kill. The soldier edged close to him, touching his thighs. Stroking his inner thighs with unwelcome fingers, feeling flesh that until that moment had only been explored by women. Without warning, Chrys lashed out, kicking Niegel squarely in the balls.<br/><br/>He felt the pain too, as he let out a moan of suffering. The few seconds that he had to support his weight were filled with pure agony, agony that he didn't wish to experience again. His body was trembling from the effort and the fresh adrenaline coursing through his veins, and he panted quietly. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched Niegel, who had doubled back from the sudden kick.<i>What have I done? He's going to kill me.</i>Chrys hadn't thought his actions through, and now he would pay the consequences for them.