Because I Love You six

Despite the various ways he tried, nothing got Emmett to speak to him. Or got him to cheer up in the slightest bit. Something that was kind of bugging Rhys if he were being truly honest with himself. Rhys wasn't entirely sure why it would be. In fact, Emmett's silence should have been seen as a good thing. Yet, this treatment was really bothering him.

The silence from the older man and the coldness in his face, it made the whole house feel tense. Nearly suffocating him as he ate the food that had been lovingly prepared. Which he was barely tasting as he sat there. Racking his brain while he sat there eating. Appetite almost completely gone from the stress of the whole situation. Though this didn't stop him from eating the food that Emmett prepared. Somewhat fearing that the older man would be upset if he did. And wanting to keep up his strength as well.

Also, who knew what Emmett would do if he didn't eat.

There would probably be a horrible punishment if he didn't. Rhys didn't want to think of what that could be. Just how painful it was going to be as well. Possibly a beating or something to that effect. He tried to push that to the back of his mind as he sat there. Trying to think of what to say next. Just how to start a conversation. As all he was getting out of the older man were one-word answers. Emmett wouldn't even look up at him from his food at this. It was like he was going out of his way to ignore him. And for some odd reason, this really bothered the younger man. Despite himself, he found himself hating the quiet.

Hating how the older man wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to him. Along with how mad he was at Rhys for trying to leave. Like how did he not expect that? Sure, he should have expected the anger. But to outright ignore his captive? And for who knew how long?

That was just immature in his book. Immature and stupid.

Yet, Rhys just wanted a little bit of this attention. Just the tiniest bit of it. Though he wasn't entirely sure why. There was just this need to want Pa-EMMETT to talk to him. Tell him anything, even if it were a scolding. Hell, he would take that right about now. Anything aside from this dreadful, painful, and suffocating silence from him. Ignoring him like he didn't even exist. Despite him trying so hard to talk to him. Rhys sighed as he finished his plate of food. He quickly drank his milk as he stared down at his plate. Emmett also seemed to be done with his food.

And had the same idea to drink his milk also.

When both were finished, the older man gathered the plates. Then he forced Rhys to get out of his seat. Walked him and the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Not saying a word as, he filled the sink with warm water and soap. At least on one side. When that was completely full, he filled the other with warm water. Setting the dirty dishes on the counter near the sink. Shoving a wet sponge into Rhys's hand immediately afterward. Curtly, Emmett ordered,"Clean the dishes."

"After this it's going to be an early bedtime.",he continued. Early bedtime? At least it wasn't a spanking. Or something worse than that. And washing the dishes was getting off pretty light considering everything. So, he silently went to work. Washing the dishes, rinsing them, and then drying them. Putting each item back where they were supposed to go. All under the silent watch of the older man. Expression somewhat unreadable. And Rhys wasn't sure if the older man was angry or sad.

Or both.

Either way, he didn't want to anger the older man. Well not any more than he already had done. Even if he was justified in trying to run away. Completely so in his mind. When Rhys finished, Emmett forced him to walk upstairs. Also in complete silence as they walked to the bathroom. Again, no words were said as Emmett got the bath started. Or when he forcibly stripped the younger man. It sort of hurt as he forced Rhys into the bathtub. The water in it was much too hot for Rhys's liking. Almost making him whimper in pain as he settled in. Though he did his best to hold them in as Emmett started washing him. Seemingly ignoring the way that Rhys was wincing in pain. His hands were way too rough as he scrubbed him down. In fact, the older man was barely paying attention to Rhys's pain. Almost as if he didn't give a crap about him hurting him at all. Or the fact that he was causing a lot of it.

Though it might just be because Emmett was upset with him. Rhys knew that he would just have to put up with it. Not make one complaint and just do whatever Emmett wanted.

Even if he really didn't want to at all. He would put up with the whole humiliating act. Especially, if it meant not being killed by the older man. Rhys bit the inside of his cheek as Emmett got him out of the tub. Hurriedly dried him off and forced him into some very ugly pajamas. Which felt really tight for some reason. Then Emmett had him brush his teeth. Soon as he was done, the older man rushed him back to his bedroom. Forcing him into his bed and not tucking him in. Not giving him a kiss on the cheek. And definitely not telling him a bedtime story. Nor was the older man humming the lullaby. He just silently left the room without a backward glance at Rhys.

Turning off the light before closing the door. Which he immediately locked a second later.

Another thing that Rhys didn't like in the slightest bit. He expected the locked door and even was getting used to it. Hating that this was becoming a new normal for him. Being accustomed to the way that Emmett was conditioning him. That it didn't even really bother him anymore. In fact, he found himself handling it somewhat.

It didn't bother him anymore.

The fact that the older man refused to look at him. Or even give him the tiniest bit of affection, did. Along with the rough way that he handled him earlier. Washing him in the water was way too hot. Scrubbing him too hard on his body as well. Along with the way he told him to do the dishes. Just how cold he was. He...he couldn't be that angry with him? After all, he punished Rhys a lot today. By making him clean the whole house by himself. Along with the no games or books thing. Even dinner was devoid of anything fun or good.

Did he really have to scrub him so hard? Have the water be lava hot? Talk to him so coldly as he made Rhys do the dishes? Especially, after he ignored him throughout the entire dinner. And all of his attempts to apologize for his 'rude' behavior? Just how long was he going to keep this up for? Until Rhys begged on his knees for forgiveness? Was that what Emmett was hoping for? For Rhys to get down on his knees and plead? That was never going to happen. Sure, Rhys wasn't against apologizing for trying to escape. Even if he absolutely hated that and it left a bad taste in his mouth. There was no way he would be getting on his knees. Pleading with that heartless son of a bitch for any form of affection.

He still had some of his pride to consider. And a little shred of dignity not in tatters. Even if he didn't feel entirely so.

They were still there, and he wasn't sacrificing either for anything. Not to get any form of affection from Emmett. He would rather die than do that. Though Rhys prayed he wouldn't do that anytime soon. He didn't want to die or have to kill himself. No, that would be the very last resort. If everything else fails, he would do that. Especially, if he failed in killing Papa. He would have to...no, he couldn't do that. Just what in the Hell was he thinking? Giving up so easily?

Rhys wouldn't kill himself. Even if he failed in killing Emmett. Or in his next escape attempt. What he should do is find a way to contact the police. Tell them that he's being held hostage by some terrible man. And that he didn't know where they were exactly. Just that the house was in the woods. Somewhere. Either it was his home state or somewhere else. And he wasn't sure where that was. Not that it mattered right now. As he was no where near ready to escape. Or even had a tiny bit of Papa's trust right now. That probably would take weeks or even months. He hoped it wouldn't take him a year. As Rhys feared that he wouldn't last that long. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure he'd last six months at this rate. Because he broke one of Papa's rules. Or that the older man was bored with having Rhys around.

Something that he found himself hoping wouldn't happen. That the older man wouldn't get bored of having him around. Or breaking another rule. Which were harder to remember the harder he tried to think of them. And he really hoped he could so Papa wouldn't be upset.

Or more upset with his actions.

While Rhys laid in bed, he listened for Emmett's movements. Trying to see what the older man was up to. What he did while he thought Rhys was asleep. For a few minutes, he heard nothing. Maybe a little creaking and some groaning of the wood. As the house was pretty old. That was something to be expected. Though he wasn't sure his mind wasn't making it up. Or if they were real at all. While Rhys laid in his bed, he finally heard some footsteps. Right in the hallway outside of his bedroom. Which only stopped for a brief moment. Just for a few seconds at least. Like Emmett was waiting outside his bedroom door or something. Then they started up once again. Much softer this time. As if he were trying to not wake Rhys. Which was probably the reason that Emmett was walking so quietly. Like he remembered his captive was 'sleeping' or something.

That might mean that he was going to open the door soon. Open it to be sure that Rhys was actually asleep or not. Something in him told him that he shouldn't let Emmett find him awake. And that he should pretend to be deeply asleep. Though he wasn't going to fake snore or anything. No, those actions would definitely give him away. And the older man would get angry all over again. Probably way worse than just being angry, he'd be murderous. The punishment for that would be the most horrifying thing ever. Rhys knew that would be the worst thing in the world.

So, Rhys closed his eyes as he laid there. Turning to his left side and breathing slowly as possible. Doing the best he could to look like he was asleep. Unsure as to why the idea popped into his head. Then he heard the bedroom door unlock. Along with Emmett's footsteps enter his bedroom. Creeping right over to the side of his bed as he laid there. A surprisingly gentle hand ran through his hair as a pair of lips touched his cheek. It was very unexpected and more than a little surprising. But, the younger man did his best to keep calm. Not daring to open his eyes at all. Or letting his breathing get any more ragged. All Rhys did was lay there as Emmett kissed his cheek. More than once as he sat next to him. Gently petting his hair in a way his mom did when he was much younger. In a soft voice, he murmured,"I'm so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to be so rough with you."

"I know all of this is hard to understand.",he added. Adding a few more quick pecks on Rhys's cheek. Which were strangely more soothing than he expected. As were Emmett's fingers going through his tresses. Giving a very soft sigh as he kept petting the younger man. He muttered,"I want to be stern with you, my love."

"Make sure that you're properly disciplined.",Emmett explained. Keeping his tone as light as humanly possible. As if he were trying to be sure that Rhys wouldn't wake up anytime soon. Which was probably what the older man was doing. If he could guess, he didn't want to wake him. Fearing the younger man would start bawling or freak out if he did. Softly, he asked,"I'm really not doing that right am I, Bubba?"

"No, Papa's failing you and he knows that.",he added. Answering his own question. It wasn't like he was expecting Rhys to say anything. Not when he was supposed to be sleeping. Sternly, he informed,"You're still going to have no board games or books, though."

"Can't be having you skip out on that part.",Emmett insisted. There was something strange about his tone, it was still stern. Just a gentler version of that. Whatever that was called. Letting go of Rhys's hair as he listened to Emmett sit up. Emmett promised,"Papa's just going to be sure that we do things together. Maybe some attention from Papa'll help you."

"We'll find so much stuff to do, and I'll give you the love you clearly need.",the older man reassured. For who's benefit? He wasn't sure. It seemed more for Emmett's own benefit than his own. Either way, he wasn't entirely sure. Nor did he really want to know. All he was concerned about was Emmett spending more time with him. And getting more attention from the older man. Finding them stuff to do with each other and just what the next day would bring. Part of him hoped it wasn't going to involve dress up. As Rhys felt that would somehow have Emmett watching him. Since he probably didn't trust him being alone. Not after his latest escape attempt. It was a miracle he was allowing the younger man to sleep all by himself at all. If Emmett was more of a creep, he would have insisted that they sleep together.

Which might still happen if Rhys wasn't more careful. And if he didn't behave well enough. Wasn't up to the older man's standard. Rhys only hoped that he could do so. Calmly, Emmett kissed him on the cheek for the millionth time. Softly, he cooed,"Until tomorrow, my love. We're going to have so much fun together."

"I just know it.",Papa added as he tucked the younger man in. A cold wave of fear washed over him at this. But he felt himself calming down as Emmett hummed his little song. It made him feel strangely better. Much calmer than he did before. And found himself slowly drifting off. When he finally fell asleep, he woke up in his old bedroom. Laying on the bed that he loved so very much. With his lilac sheets and soft fuzzy lavender blanket. Pushing that off, he got off of his bed and walked out of his bedroom.

Right down the very short hallway and to his living room. Looking around at his poorly furnished room. Missing the empty space more than he thought. As he found himself smiling widely and tears ran down his cheeks. Sitting down on his ratty old sofa with a big sigh. Laying back against it as he did so. It wasn't the world's most comfortable but, he still loved it. In a low voice, he stated,"I'm going to be back here for real soon."

"Not just in my dreams.",Rhys added. Smiling a little more as he touched his favorite couch. Grateful that it felt like the actual thing. And not the stupid little bed he was forced to sleep in at Emmett's house. And as much as he wanted to continue sitting there, he knew that he shouldn't. Mostly because the dream would end at any moment. And sitting at his old couch wasn't a good way to end the dream. Getting up, Rhys gave a soft sigh as he stared around the living room. Wandering over to his tiny kitchen that had one table. Wishing that he was making coffee and a ton of cookies. Mostly wanting the coffee rather than the cookies. As Emmett wasn't letting him have 'grown-up' drinks like that. The older man was barely even letting him have soda. Which seemed like it would be a treat that he would have to earn. Rhys hated this as the lack of caffeine was starting to get to him.

Maybe that's why he was so tired lately. Gotten a headache the previous day. He really wished that he could have a giant cup of coffee. Maybe an energy drink or something like that. Anything that could keep him awake and the headaches away. When he was finally back to his normal life, he'd chug at least somewhere around fifty energy drinks.

Okay, not really.

But he might overindulge one or more things. Stuff that the older man wouldn't let him have. Not to the point where he could get very sick. Just to feel full. Maybe play some games until way late. Take a week off of work even. That way he could move to...well not move. This would take a way longer time. Going to a whole new place. But Rhys could go to take some time to help himself. Talk with someone about what had happened to him. Though he wasn't too sure who could help him. Who would know anything about this situation?

Were there support groups for this sort of thing? Rhys would have to look for them later.

Once this whole thing was over for good. Hopefully he wouldn't be too injured. Nor would he be too traumatized from the whole damn thing. Though he wasn't sure if he could judge what that would be like. Or if he was traumatized or not. Rhys took a walk around his home. Missing how tiny the place was. Just how clean it was compared to Emmett's place. Sure, he didn't have a lot of stuff like the older man did. Then again he didn't need a lot of stuff. Maybe another lamp if he actually wanted some more lighting.

Other than that, he was pretty sure he was good. Rhys looked around his home with a sad smile. Soon he was going to wake up. Only going to see his living place in his sleep. Something that just really made him sad to think of. A moment later, he found himself waking up. Emmett's hand on his belly. Gently pushing on it and kissing his temple. In a soft voice, Emmett stated,"Good morning, Bubba. Time to start our day."

"We're going to have so much fun together!",Emmett chirped. His voice was way too chipper for the morning. Opening an eyelid, Rhys debated sneering at him. Then reminded himself how angry the older man might get. And if he wanted all of his privileges, he would have to pretend to be nice. So, he plastered a fake smile on his face. Sitting up slowly to not jolt the older man. Rhys stated,"Good mornin', Papa."

"What're we doing today?",Rhys questioned. Slightly fearful of what was to come. And that it would involve cleaning. Or something like that. Chewing his bottom lip as he watched Emmett grin down at him. In a teasing tone, the older man teased,"Nuh uh, it's a surprise baby. I don't want to ruin it."

"I just know that you're going to love it.",Emmett added. Smiling ear to ear. That just made him even more worried. Just what was he trying to keep from the younger man? And what the Hell was he going to do with him? Rhys hoped it wasn't going to be something too bad. It was all he could think of as they walked to the bathroom. Taking a bath in the morning was kind of weird. Despite how long he was forced to do it.

He still wasn't sued to the whole process. Nor was he fully comfortable with Emmett joining in. Like he was doing right now. Getting undressed after he stripped Rhys's clothes off of him. It really made him wish that he wasn't there. As he didn't want to be near the older man while he was naked. Even if they weren't being sexual in the slightest bit.

He really didn't like being near him like this. And Rhys sucked it up the best of his ability. Toying with a bath toy as the older man washed his hair. Being far gentler than he had been the other night. The water was so much nicer, too. No longer as hot as lava. Maybe Emmett was feeling guilty over the other night.

If the way he crept into Rhys's bedroom wasn't proof enough.

Maybe they really were going to do something fun today? And he shouldn't be feeling so terrified? Though there was a part of him that felt stupid to hope for that. As he felt that Emmett was trying to lower his guard. What for and why? Rhys wasn't entirely sure about either. Rhys knew it wasn't for anything good. That soon as he let his guard down bad things would happen. Like some really terrible things.

Rhys tried to not dwell on it as Emmett got him out of the tub. Helping him dry off before drying himself off. The older man wrapped him in a towel before wrapping one around his waist. Then he walked the younger man to his bedroom to grab some clothes. He picked out something that he felt would be cute for Rhys to wear. Then took him to his own bedroom when he did, it was a pair of jeans with a rabbit t-shirt. Having the younger man sit on his bed while he picked out something. Trying to find something that would match what he got for the younger man. Similar jeans with a t-shirt that had a rabbit on it as well. It was kind of cute in his book. Though it was a little weird and creepy.

And he didn't dare let it show on his face. Instead, he put on a fake grin as he complimented the outfit. Praying that it didn't look as fake as it felt. It apparently worked as Emmett returned it. Then quickly got dressed in the outfit that he picked out for himself. Turning away to let Rhys put on the outfit he picked out for him. In a calm voice, Emmett reminded,"It isn't like I haven't seen you naked before, baby."

"I am the one who's been washing you for a while now.",he added. In a tone that really felt patronizing and he ignored it as he quickly dressed. Feeling a little uncomfortable as he ran his fingers through his own hair. Emmett picked up their towels and encouraged Rhys to follow him to the bathroom. Tossing the towels into the nearby clothes hamper. Then he grabbed the hairbrush and quickly ran it through the younger man's hair. Doing his best to style it into something sweet. When he was done, he set the hairbrush back where it belonged. Taking Rhys's hand before walking him out of the bathroom. Smiling a little as they started walking downstairs.

Giving Rhys's hand a gentle squeeze as they walked. As if he were trying to reassure him or something. Of what, Rhys wasn't entirely sure of. Just that he wanted to keep him calm. A moment later, Emmett sat him down in his spot at the dining room table. Acting super cheerful and as if nothing was wrong.

Like Rhys hadn't tried to escape yesterday. Maybe he was pretending that it hadn't happened at all. Aside from keeping Rhys from doing anything he actually liked. Mostly reading the book from his childhood. Which the younger man was more upset about then anything else. As board games weren't really what he liked. And the only person he could play with was Emmett. So, that didn't really bother the younger man. Though he was weirdly happy that the older man was talking to him.

Part of him feared the next few days would have been silent. Silent and full of Emmett being way too rough with him. Way too snappy, too. Like when he insisted on bathing the younger man. Scrubbing his skin too rough until it was raw or something like that. Possibly making his skin bleed or something like that. At least at the rate he was going last night, Rhys felt that it would.

After a few seconds, it felt like seconds but it was probably half an hour, Emmett brought out some blueberry pancakes. They had some syrup on it. His had a helping of yogurt on the side. Along with some cut up pieces of sausage. His pancakes were cut up, too. Perfect sized for toddlers. Mentally making him groan as he picked up his fork. While he ate, Emmett set down two glasses of orange juice. His was in a Disney cup with a curly straw. And the older man's was in a normal one. Soon, he sat down and ate with the younger man. Both eating in complete silence with a huge grin on their faces. Emmett's was real and Rhys's being fake.

When they were done, Emmett cleaned off the table. Hurriedly dumping the dishes in the sink. Then he brought out a huge white sheet. Setting it down as Rhys watched him moving around. Feeling confused as to what the older man was up to. Why in the utter Hell were they going to need a sheet for? Was whatever this was that messy? If so, then shouldn't they be wearing an apron? That way he wouldn't ruin the outfit Emmett put him in. Feeling that this probably would make the older man upset. After all, he probably paid a lot for the clothes. If Rhys got them even a little dirty he probably would scream.

Rhys just decided to be as careful as possible. And apologize if he messes up the outfit Emmett gave him. Praying that he wouldn't get one stain on it. His fears were further intensified when the older man brought out paints. Then they were somewhat calmed by the smocks Emmett had on his shoulder. With a small smile, Papa explained,"Figured we'd try something different today, Bubba."

"Just because you're grounded don't mean we can't still have a little fun.",he continued. Generally speaking, that's what being grounded meant. Though he was a little old to be grounded. He didn't dare comment on that. Instead, Rhys asked,"Are we going to be painting, Papa?"

"Finger painting, my love.",Emmett corrected. Setting the paints down on the table. He carefully slipped the smock on Rhys. Who did his best to let him. Fearing he would anger the older man if he didn't. Then the older man slipped on his own as he continued,"This is going to be so much fun, Rhys."

"I haven't done anything like this in ages.",Papa adds. Then he hurried back to the kitchen to get papers. Or Rhys assumed he was. What else were they going to be painting on? Rocks? Putting this to the side, Rhys just smiled. Doing his best to look happy when Emmett finally came back. Holding a huge stack of papers. Setting them down on the table, he stated,"Here we are. I can hardly wait to see what you'll make."

"I'm sure it's going to be absolutely beautiful.",Papa gushed. Rhys's face turned pink as he took a paper. Along with some of the paints. The colors he picked were his favorite. Red, green, and orange. He had no idea what he would be painting yet. But figured that he could just wing it. While they painted, Emmett stated,"I'm going to paint a pretty little flower for you."

"Do you like flowers, Bubba?",Papa asked. Did he like flowers? Last time he remembered, he really didn't. As he never bought any or picked any. They'd easily die. And lots of people would say he was a girl if he did. But he didn't want to anger the older man more than he already had. So, Rhys answered,"Yeah, I really like flowers papa."

With that the conversation fell flat. Both working on their paintings with small smiles on their faces. Emmett humming as he worked on his design. Loving, or at least seeming like he was, painting his picture. Rhys found himself unexpectedly enjoying doing this. The paint felt so strangely satisfying under his fingertips. And he was surprised that he was loving it. How easy it was to work with. Rhys decided to paint an animal that he adored. A frog. One that had big orange eyes. They were pretty adorable in his mind. And he was sure that Papa would...he was getting far too used to whatever this is.

Especially, if he was calling his captor 'Papa'. And not his actual name. Something that was getting under Rhys's skin. And he did his best to ignore it. Getting angry or sad wouldn't benefit him. Not right now at the very least. Right now, Rhys needed to keep his cool. If he didn't want Emmett to get suspicious that is. Otherwise it was going to be another round of punishments. Something that Rhys didn't really want to think of at all. As it would really, really hurt. Or it was going to really drain him.

Either way, Rhys wasn't going to have a good time in the slightest bit. So, he just kept painting his frog. A tiny smile on his face. Pretending to not notice the satisfied look on the older man's face. He hated knowing that he was getting to Rhys. Well, he thought he was getting to him. Making Rhys compliant with his terrible actions. And his stupid fucking rules. He really missed being able to cuss when he really wanted to.

And have caffeine when he felt like it. Along with sleeping when he wanted, too. He also didn't want to bathe twice in a day. Rhys preferred to shower in the morning. He also wished he could pick out his own clothes.

Even if he did like some of the clothes that Papa picked. He really missed being able to dress himself. As well as being able to wash himself. Not having to share a tub with someone. Especially, with an older man like Papa. Putting these to the side, he finished one picture. Then he grabbed another piece of paper. Deciding to make a silly one this time. While he started on his next one, Papa asked,"What do you think of this one, my love?"

Papa held up the picture he was working on. And it was even prettier than Rhys expected it to be. A lovely little daisy and a violet next to it. Calmly, Rhys answered,"It looks really pretty."

"You did a really great job, Papa.",Rhys complimented. Not even pretending that he liked it. As he genuinely did like it. Emmett smiled even wider at this. Setting the painting to the side to dry. Then he glanced down at Rhys's first painting. Papa stated,"Thank you, Bubba. Your painting is also super cute."

"You made a very adorable little frog.",Papa complimented. Which caused Rhys's face to turn a bright red. He put the other paints back and grabbed some others. A pink, yellow, and purple. Looking them over, he thought of what he was going to make. Flowers weren't his favorite. Nor were birds. Then it hit him, a cat. He could make a weird color cat for his next picture.

While Rhys worked, Emmett admired him. His boy was finally starting to break. Starting to be the child that he always wanted. Sure there had been a set back. With Rhys running off the way he did. And getting injured, too. A small part of him hoped it would teach his Bubba a lesson. That running away was for bad boys. And Rhys wasn't a bad boy. Emmett was going to make damn sure of it. Even if it was going to take him a year. Or more. Rhys was going to be his perfect son. The boy wasn't that far now. Maybe a few more days. If he used more positive reinforcement. Using physical punishments wasn't his favorite thing to do. Sure, it kind of worked in Emmett's favor.

It also made his boy scared of him. Which he didn't like. And he prayed he wouldn't need to do worse.

Positive reinforcement is what Rhys needed the most. And he hoped it would work in both of their favor. That Rhys would give in. Otherwise he would need to do heavier punishments. And he really didn't want to do that.

While they worked, Rhys tried to ignore the way that Emmett was staring at him. Unsure of what the older man was thinking of. And fearing what exactly he was up to. Or why he was staring at him so hard core for. It was kind of difficult to keep going as the older man stared. Yet, he did his best to not acknowledge it as he continued his cat picture. Emmett finally stopped staring at him a few seconds later. Dropping his attention back to his own painting. Though Rhys noticed he was staring between them a bit later. Looking up then looking back down at the paper. There was something strange about the way that he was staring. Rhys wasn't entirely sure about what they were doing. Or why they were doing this and it made his stomach twist. Chewing the inside of his cheek, Rhys tried to ignore the older man.

Deciding to try to concentrate on his painting instead. Making an adorable kitty that was pretty cartoonish. Despite doing the best that he could, he found himself glancing up at Emmett.

Finding him staring once more with that strange look. One of which that Rhys couldn't understand entirely. Was it admiring? Was the older man trying to examine him for something? If so, then what was he looking for? Rhys wasn't entirely sure but, was terrified that he would realize he was playing him. That he wasn't interested in anything that Emmett actually wanted. And tried to put on a fake happy face as he finished making the cat. Adding a few suns to the picture along with a few flowers. Setting it to the side before grabbing another picture. Flushing a little as Emmett carefully picked it up. In a soft voice, Emmett complimented,"You did such a good job, Bubba. You're such an amazing artist!"

"Maybe we should be doing this more often.",he added. Part of him wanted to keep doing it with Emmett. As this was the most fun he had in a long time. Not having to worry about much aside from what he wanted to paint. Along with getting paint anywhere that it wasn't supposed to. Like the outfit that Papa had given him. Along with the table itself. Thank goodness the sheet was thick enough to keep the paint off of it. As the younger man feared it would seep onto it and stain it for a good long while. Something that he didn't want to do. Fearing that he would anger the older man. Probably wouldn't be getting a punishment but a stern talking to. And probably get some of his privileges taken away. Instead of saying anything, Rhys nodded his head in agreement. Hoping the older man wouldn't want him to say anything about it.

A little bit later, Emmett finished his painting. Holding it up, Papa asked,"So what do you think about this, Bubba?"

"Looks exactly like you, doesn't it?",he questioned. That made him slightly uncomfortable as he looked at the paper. Raising an eyebrow, he felt his stomach drop to the floor. It looked exactly like him. The crazy colors that Papa used made it look wonderful. Yet, it was really disturbing how well he did. So lifelike despite the colors that he used. Giving a tiny smile, Rhys answered,"Yeah, it really looks a lot like me. You did a really good job, Papa."

"I really appreciate it, thank you so much.",he added. Doing his best to sound absolutely grateful for what he was given by him. Rhys stared at the other papers for a moment. There were only six pages for them to split both of them. Three for Rhys and three for Emmett. This wasn't going to be going on for too long. Just for three more pages and then they'd be doing something else. Though Rhys wasn't entirely sure what would be happening afterwards. And what the older man was thinking of them doing. But, he wasn't going to ask about it. Emmett stated,"After this, I think we should watch some stuff that I have."

"A few cartoons that I think you'll really enjoy.",he added. Cartoons? Didn't he have anything that was live action? And wasn't just for kids? Sure, Rhys did watch a few cartoons at home. Just not all the time. He liked rewatching T.V shows like Supernatural and Charmed. Imagining them having a cross over a few times in the past. Sometimes he thought of writing fan fiction for it. Hell, a few times he tried to write some fan fiction. But the minute that he tried to write something on a notepad, he couldn't. Nothing he could produce was good enough and he hated the end result. A few times, Rhys wanted to post it online. Then he read what he had written over and over again until it didn't look good enough to post it.

It made him really too upset to even try anything and give up.

As he painted butterflies, he tried to not think of it. Feeling that it probably would be wiser to stay in the moment. And thinking of fan fiction that he didn't post was silly. It wasn't like Emmett was going to make him write any. Nor was he ever going to ask about it. Instead, Emmett asked,"So. Is there anything specific you want for dinner, my love?"

"We can do anything. Hell, I could even go out and get something if you want.",he added. As if to sweeten the deal. Rhys raised an eyebrow at this. Feeling somewhat giddy about the idea of being alone in the house. And it would help him find ways to escape once again. Giving a stern look, Emmett informed,"Before you get any ideas. You'll be locked in your room until I get back."

"Papa can't have you trying to break out once more.",he added. That somewhat made him sad but, didn't show it. Instead he just kept working on his butterfly picture. Thinking of what exactly he wanted from the older man. It would probably be hours from now that he got locked up in his room. And it would be nice having something to eat that was junk. Having some soda would be another perk he wanted. Looking Emmett in the eye, Rhys asked,"Can we have McDonald's for dinner?"

"Of course we can, Bubba.",Emmett answered. A big grin on his face as he started another painting. Not looking too deeply at the younger man as he worked. There was silence following this action and they worked quietly. Something that Rhys welcomed with a calm smile on his face. All of this was going better than he thought it would. A few moments later they were done with the paintings. Emmett just let the paintings lay on the table and encouraged Rhys to follow him. Walking him over to the sink to wash his hands. Grinning widely as he instructed the younger man to humming the 'Happy Birthday' song while he worked on it. That felt entirely stupid in Rhys's mind but, he did it anyway. After all, there really was no harm in doing whatever the Hell the older man wanted. At least in this situation.

Soon as they were done washing their hands, they took off their smocks. Which Emmett hung up on a hook next to the stove. Then the older man asked him to help with the dishes. Another act that Rhys did without complaining. Rinsing whatever Emmett washed and then dried them. Putting them away in their right place.

The pair then headed to the living room together. Emmett holding his hand as they walked. Part of Rhys wondered why in the world he was doing that. After all, there wasn't anywhere that he could run. And the only way out had a ton of locks on it. So why was he so interested in holding the younger man's hand for? Quietly, Rhys asked,"Hey, Papa? Can I ask you a question?"

"What is it, Bubba?",Emmett questioned. Looking down at him as they walked to the couch. Clearly wanting the younger man to sit down before him. That way he could put the chain on his ankle. Letting go of the older man's hand, Rhys asked,"How come you always want to hold my hand whenever we're walking around the house for?"

"Oh, it's just because it makes me feel safer.",Papa answered. And he wouldn't explain no matter how much Rhys asked. It was strange. Why would holding Rhys's hand make him feel safer? The man was pretty damn tall and muscular, there was no way that anything could threaten him. In his mind there was nothing that could threaten him. But figured it was wiser to just let this go. There really was no point in asking about it or testing the older man's patience. So he just sat there as Emmett put the cuff on him. Smiling brightly as he toyed with his hair and walked over to the T.V. Putting some silly cartoon tape in before walking back over to him. Soon as he sat down on the couch, he pulled Rhys onto his lap. Making him rest the back of his head against his chest.

It felt so uncomfortable as they watched the T.V. together. Why in the Hell was he doing this for? Watching T.V together was fine in his book. Being pulled onto Emmett's lap wasn't. Just why in the utter Hell?

Everything about this made his guts twist as he sat there. Trying his best to watch the screen and not act like this wasn't freaky. It was difficult to do when Emmett started touching his stomach. Gently rubbing in circles for some strange reason. He wasn't entirely sure why the older man was doing this for. Nor did he really want to find out. Instead he just tried to not pull the older man's hand off of him. Sitting still as possible as Papa kept rubbing in circles. Doing his best to not squirm while Emmett continued to rub his belly. After an episode of the strange cartoon, Emmett asked,"Are you hungry, Bubba?"

"I'm feeling a little peckish.",Emmett added. The younger man definitely was hungry after everything they did. And could probably eat a sandwich if Emmett gave him one. Looking over his shoulder, Rhys answered,"I really would like a sandwich, Papa."

"Can we have sandwiches, please?",Rhys asked. Figuring if he added a 'please' to it, it would get him a good one. With a small smile, Emmett nodded his head in agreement. Gently picking the younger man up and setting him down on the couch. Going to the kitchen to make them something to eat. While Emmett was gone, he turned his attention to the T.V. Grabbing the remote to pause what they were watching. That way he wouldn't miss anything. Sure, he probably had seen this all before but figured it was still nice. As Rhys wouldn't like not being able to see something he liked. And he would do this for anyone he knew if they were busy.

So, there he sat while waiting for the older man to come back. A few minutes later, he did. Having two sandwiches with some baby carrots and grapes. Now, Rhys expected his sandwich to be cut. And his was cut into the shape of a teddy bear. What he didn't expect were the grapes to be cut up, too. They were cut lengthwise. Something that he knew was specifically just for toddlers so they wouldn't choke. Frowning a little, Rhys asked,"Papa? Why did you cut up my grapes for?"

"To be sure that you don't choke, Bubba.",Emmett explained. Which was weird. After all, Rhys was a grown up and he knew how to chew his food. So he probably wouldn't choke. Never had in the past and he doubted he would now. Instead of fighting the older man, he just took his plate of food. Thanking the older man as he dug in. Emmett stated,"You're welcome. And thank you for pausing this for me. You're such a sweetie."

"You're welcome, Papa.",Rhys muttered. Making sure that he swallowed before he said this. Figuring that Emmett would be upset if he had a full mouth. Or at least be grossed out by that. And he went back to eating his food. Watching the screen with a tiny smile on his face. The younger man did not notice how Emmett was watching him from the corner of his eye. Or the freaky smirk that went along with it.