<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Chrys thought it was going to be hard no matter how Niegel went about it. Still rape, he gathered, doing his best to remain undefiled. He thought it sounded like he still might have some hope left like he still had choice whether to be raped or not. If he was smart, he would be negotiating his terms, but this was all so new to Chrys. He'd probably had it fairly easy this far.<br/>
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“Maybe you're not aware of how bad it can be,” Niegel growled out, almost annoyed that Chrys was making this difficult even if it wasn't on him at all in actuality. Niegel had done all this and made conscious decision to not only kidnap Chrys but to take him to rape and torture him. He looked over to the young man's sobbing form, curling in on himself, trying to reason still that Niegel didn't want to do this. He'd closed his eyes, awaiting the next horror. Niegel reached out to touch him rather than hit him again, stroking down his side, letting out a heavy sigh.<br/>
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“But I do, Chrys. You remind me so much of him, and I really do,” Niegel told him, unsure what his problem was in that moment. Chrys' words, possibly. It had been a long time since he'd had to face his demons, but hopefully, he'd be able to learn to block it all out. He'd done so in the past. Maybe it was just a little too soon, expectations getting in the way. He'd just gotten Chrys here, and all of it stirred up more shit he didn't want to deal with. He shouldn't have been surprised his dick checked out somewhere through the process. That it was working at all is what really should have surprised him.<br/>
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Niegel tucked himself back into his pants, thinking it really was futile to try again so soon. Likely, he would have to wait for the mood to strike him, and he didn't really know when that was going to be. Given all that had transpired so far, he was emotionally exhausted, but probably not nearly so much as his captive. Chrys was going to have to adjust rather quickly. Once Niegel was fresh and recharged, all bets were off. For the time being though, he scooted closer to Chrys, tossing an arm over him, and drawing him close. It was a self-soothing behavior for Niegel he likely didn't even register, trying to remember times that were simpler. When the young man lying beside him was there because he'd wanted to be, and not because he'd done something highly illegal. Ron had ruined everything and made that not matter nearly so much.<br/>
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“I know, Chrys. I know,” Niegel said, recognizing his captive's pain and terror in a moment of lucid calm. His hands were gentle, and he cupped the back of the young man's neck as he kissed his wet cheek, laying his chin over the top of his head before settling completely. Niegel himself couldn't even begin to predict his behavior, and no doubt Chrys wouldn't be able to either. Maybe with time, if Niegel would get some handle on himself, he'd at least be predictable in his violence.<br/>
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“Are you thirsty?” Niegel asked, “Do you think you could eat?”<br/>
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Niegel wasn't sure what Chrys' appetite might be after such an incident, a near rape, but he'd be hungry enough to eat eventually, he was sure. The body didn't like to starve, even under long bouts of duress.</span></span>