When Niegel pulled his lips away, all Chrys could do was stare.<i> What was that supposed to be, </i>he thought.<i>It was a kiss... but why? </i>Something clicked in his head, and he looked at Niegel with a profound expression.<i>Dad never specified who he was having an affair with. Could it be?</i>The soldier had a grudge against his father, enough that he would resort to kidnapping him. The grudge ran deeper than what Chrys could see now - and he had a feeling that it wasn't just because he had been tortured. Niegel kissed him, because he wanted a taste of his father. "Humiliate," Chrys repeated. Humiliated couldn't begin to describe how Chrys felt - it was only one aspect of the chaos raging inside him.<br/><br/><i>"Be still." </i>Begrudgingly, Chrys remained still. The threat unnerved him. He knew that it was more than likely that Niegel was going to hurt him - he already did. But his threat suggested that whatever he was going to do, it was going to be very, very bad. The man unzipped the hoodie that he was wearing, and Chrys bore a confused expression on his face.<i>What does he need with that? </i>There was nothing in his hoodie, and even if there was Niegel would've removed it by then.<br/><br/>"Oof," Chrys wheezed. There was something hard against his ass.<i>A gun? A knife? No... it's... </i>Goosebumps prickled all over the surface of Chrys' smooth skin as he realized what was being pressed against him.<i>His dick. No. No. Nononononono he's going to rape me. </i>Like a chocolate bar, he was about to be unwrapped and eaten. Niegel was intent on using his body to get himself off, regardless of what Chrys thought of it. The fear of being raped overwhelmed any other fear, and suddenly he didn't feel like being complacent with his captor's demands.<br/><br/><i>Rape </i>had never crossed his mind, not for him at least. He knew that it could happen, but the thought of it happening to him was zero. There had been no risk factors for him - he had never placed himself in a type of situation where he could get raped. He had been to parties, he had drank - but never enough where someone could lead him away. But of course, kidnapping also hadn't crossed his mind.<i>No matter what I have to do... I have to get out of here. </i><br/><br/>"Ah..." Niegel was pulling on his hair, which pulled his head back too. He shivered yet again, as the soldier touched his back. "Mr. Reyes... you joined the army for a reason. That was to.. protect your countrymen and serve your country. You're only doing your countrymen a disservice by doing this. Don't do this," Chrys begged. "You're better than this. Don't let something like this ruin your life and the lives of others. You're much better than this... there are better ways to deal with my father. Please don't do this."<br/><br/>Niegel vilified his father, by telling the story of the blonde man with the crater cheek.<i>Should I feel sorry? </i>He didn't.<i> I should, but not now. </i>He was on edge now, looking for any opportunity to escape. The soldier finally released his hair, and touched the rope that bound his arms. He was beginning to untie his arms.<i>I have to fight him. That's the only way out of this. </i>His legs were still bound, and he would need time to either untie them or cut them off. Neither of which would happen, if Niegel were still conscious.<i>I haven't wrestled in ages... but I remember how to.</i>In high school, he had been on the wrestling and track teams.<br/><br/>The ropes came off, and Niegel began to pull at his hoodie. Chrys struck then, managing to roll over onto his back despite the soldier's weight. He wrapped his elbow around Niegel's neck, pulling him in. Then, he attempted to roll over again, so that he was on top of the other man.