Max knew that it was going to be difficult to handle things with Rimion, he just didn't realize until just how hard it was going to be.  Max never wanted to laugh at his master because he didn't like to starve or be left cold, but here was a man who enjoyed that.  Max was standing there having a internal debate with himself.  How was he ever going to break a man who enjoy everything he did or didn't do to him?<br/><br/>Max wondered if he should just make a schedule of when and where the beating would take place, but that would get so boring.  This man was just taking the fun out of things for Max, but he was not going to be deterred.  "Maybe I just won't give you anything.  Let you do whatever the hell you want."  Max stated just trying to play some mind games, but wondered what Rimion would do if he just ignored him.<br/><br/>Max looked at him and tilted his head a little at his comment to food, "I don't want your fucking leftovers, I want food from my own kitchen.."  Max walked over and grabbed Rimion by the throat and squeezed a little, "When are you going to understand, that its not the implement I use that is the surprise, its the when I do it."<br/><br/>Max squeezed a little tighter, actually bringing the other hand up to help squeeze as tight as he could without killing him, "Do you know how boring it would be if we planned out our time.  Is that what you want is a schedule of when I am going to punish you?"  Max stated and then finally letting the man go admiring the red marks he had left, not that Rimion would care knowing he actually like it.