Because I Love You three

Nearing the room, Emmett insisted Rhys close his eyes. Even going so far as to tell him to put a hand over his eyes. All of which felt over the top in his book. But, it was something that Rhys quickly complied with. Somewhat fearing what would happen if he didn't. Closing his eyes then covering them with his free hand. Still somewhat afraid of what was in store for him. Feeling that it would be something freaky or gross. Chewing the inside of his cheek as the older man walked him into the room. A few seconds later, the older man stated,"Okay, my love. You can put your hand down and open your eyes."

"I really think you're going to love this.",he added. Sounding like he was smiling, and he probably was. Rhys set his hand down before opening his eyes. Taking in the sight before him. The room was so much nicer than it had been that morning. Smelled better. It was so much cleaner, too. The bed had been remade with better bed sheets and blankets. They were a cute baby blue color that Rhys would've loved when he was younger. But, as an adult, he wasn't entirely interested. Though these weren't the things that had Rhys's attention. What had his attention was what the older man made. Sitting in the middle of the room was a bookshelf. Or at least the beginnings of one. That was a little bit surprising for him. Considering how Emmett was treating him, he half expected to find a crib. Or something weird like that. Though Rhys wasn't entirely sure what would be weirder than that. It didn't matter though. What did matter was acting grateful for the gift.

"That's really cool, Papa.",Rhys complimented. Trying his hardest to show that he actually loved it. Even though he wasn't really all that into it. It was just some bookshelf. He didn't really have anything to put on it. All he had were the clothes that the older man took from him. And he didn't even know where they were. He had a phone but, he was sure that Emmett had probably destroyed it. Or he left it with Rhys's bike. Wherever that was along his route home. Probably got either stolen or run over at this point. Turning to the older man, he added,"Thank you so much. I really love it."

"I'm glad that you do, Rhys.",Emmett chirped. A huge grin on his face as he hugged Rhys. The older man let go of his hand to let him move around. Rhys stepped a little bit closer to the bookshelf. Noticing just how small the thing was and how it would better suit a toddler. At least as far as he could tell that this could suit a toddler. While the younger man was inspecting it, he left the room. Locking the door behind him as he did. Probably making sure that Rhys couldn't flee.

Not that Rhys would have the guts right now. After all, the door was locked, and Emmett was the only one with the key on him. Where, Rhys wasn't entirely sure. But, if he had the chance to get it, he'd probably take it. Possibly having to stab the older man to death if he had to. Though Rhys hoped to leave without resorting to murder. Despite not liking the man, he didn't want to kill him. Well, he feared if he tried and failed that Emmett would definitely kill him. After all, why would he want to keep someone who violently attacked him? He wouldn't. Rhys knew that fact. And he knew that Emmett knew that fact. So, Rhys just decided to play along. Play along until the older man's defense was down. Then and only then would he stick the screwdriver in. Where, he wasn't entirely sure. Thinking that going after the eye would be wise. Then realized that it definitely wouldn't be. After all, that wouldn't guarantee that it would kill the older man. Also, Emmett might be anticipating that he would try something like that. So, it probably would be better to go after the throat. In the jugular or something...then there was when he should go after the man. Later today felt like the wisest decision in his mind. Though maybe the next day would be best to use the screwdriver. That way the older man wouldn't see it coming. Well, he felt he wouldn't see it coming. Using the item before they ate or after the fact. Probably after the fact. That way his guard would be down. More so than it would be before they had their food. As Rhys felt he'd be expecting that sort of thing. And during wouldn't be easy either.

It would probably be another thing that Emmett would expect. Rhys would if he were in Emmett's shoes. Shoving these thoughts down, the younger man tried to keep himself calm. Not wanting to get himself too worked up before the deed. Taking several deep breaths to steady himself. Everything was going to be fine and he would be freeing himself soon. Going home to the crappy apartment that he lived in. Telling jokes to some of his favorite customers and co-workers. And Emmett wouldn't ever get to touch him again. This was just so...hard for him to handle right now. Then again nothing can prepare you for getting held captive by someone else. Especially, when that person wanted to pretend that he was his dad. Forcing him to dress in ways that freaked him out. It seemed 'innocent' or at least vaguely as such. If there was ever a way to call kidnapping 'innocent'. With whatever the Hell he was doing along with it. Rhys wasn't sure what to make any of this. The way that Emmett treated the younger man. The way he insisted on doing things for him. It was just all so weird, and Rhys didn't know what in the Hell to call it.

Or even why Emmett was doing this to him. He couldn't ever remember meeting him in the past. Or seeing him in the store. Hell, he didn't even know if his co-workers had seen him before or not. But that, among other thing, would have to wait. As Rhys had much bigger things to deal with. Such as getting the layout of the room he was in. Finding something to use to break out of it. Just in case his attack on Emmett didn't happen. Not that it would fail but, he somehow lost the nerve. Which Rhys hoped wouldn't happen. But felt that it probably would. Though he hated the idea of being that weak...he knew it was a possibility. That he might not follow through with it. In case that happened he needed a tool. One not just for the bedroom door. Also for that God damned front door as well. Like a paper clip or something like that. Something sturdy enough to open the lock. And wouldn't make too much noise. If he did make too much noise, then...he knew he wouldn't do very well. Also, Emmett would probably do worse than just spanking him with a paddle. Just what would that worse thing be?

Well, he had no idea. All Rhys knew is it would probably be a whole lot of pain. Something that he wished to avoid at all costs. Not wanting to even think of what it could possibly be. It didn't matter. After all, it was going to be just a lot of pain and humiliation. Stuff that he didn't really want to linger on as he walked around the room. Rhys glanced around the floor as carefully as humanly possible. Looking under the bed for anything that could be useful to him. Hoping to find a paper clip or a small wire. Anything that could be easily inserted into either of the locks. That hopefully wouldn't scratch them up too bad either. At least he hoped it wouldn't scratch it. As Rhys guessed, Emmett would easily spot something like that.

Then there would be more Hell to pay.

As he searched, he kept a careful eye on the door. Making sure that his captor wouldn't be able to surprise him. Or be able to catch him in the middle of his search. Something that probably would end in a lot of questions. Questions, demand, and other stuff. Possibly being punished once again for his blatant defiance. Blatant disrespect for the older man. Along with the annoying bullshit he expected of Rhys. To just go along with his insane desires. Mostly stuff Rhys knew he couldn't handle. Not at the moment at least. So, he did his best to be sure that Emmett wouldn't see this. Unfortunately, it looked like there was nothing for him to use. No paper clips or the like. It nearly made him want to give up. That's when he spotted it. The staple that was under the bed. It wasn't ideal for this situation. But it was better than nothing and he quickly snatched it off the floor.

Shoving the item into his overall's front pocket with the screwdriver, he smiled. Things were finally starting to look up for him. Maybe he'd be getting out of this sooner than he thought he would. Walking over to the bookcase, he froze. Footsteps were growing louder outside of the bedroom. That was quicker than Rhys was anticipating. Had Emmett heard him looking for a lock pick? No, no, no he made sure to be quiet and not draw attention to himself. Even if Emmett was listening, all he'd hear is footsteps. After all, he didn't say a word as he walked around the room. Didn't yell at least. As that would probably be the only way Emmett could hear him. But he hadn't. So, why the Hell was he coming back to the room so quick?

Then it hit him, maybe there was a camera around? Nanny cam in some teddy bear? Or something like that? Rhys quickly glanced around the tiny room. Looking for a strange stuffie. None of them really stuck out to the younger man. There wasn't a new one that he hadn't seen before. They all seemed to be pretty damn normal to him. So, what in the Hell was going on? It made him chew the inside of his cheek again as he heard the key in the lock. Along with the doorknob being turned. Then forced himself to grin as the door opened. Revealing Emmett with a basket of what looked tob e clean clothes. Not looking the least bit angry as he stepped into the room. In fact, he seemed to be pretty happy. This fact did little to settle Rhys's nerves. It sort of made him even more uncomfortable. Instead of allowing this to show on his face, Rhys kept his smile frozen. then he asked,"Those new clothes for me, Papa?"

"Indeed, they are, my love.",Emmett answered. The tone in his voice was uncomfortably happy. Like he was excited for Rhys to put them on. Taking the basket of clothes to the bed. He sat them down as he grinned even wider. To the point that it would hurt normal folks. The older man continued,"I was thinking we could put on a little fashion show."

"See what fits you and just how they look.",Emmett explained. It sounded reasonable. But, that probably meant undressing in front of the older man. Something that Rhys wanted to avoid at all costs. Well, avoid for now. As he didn't like the idea of voluntarily removing hi-the clothes for him. But there was really no avoiding it this time around. And it made his stomach twist in anxiety. Quietly, Rhys asked,"I don't gotta undress in front of you, do I?"

"No, baby. You don't have to undress in front of me if you're uncomfortable.",Emmett assured. Walking up to the younger man, he pulled him in close. Hugging him tight to his chest in a way that was really reassuring. Kissing the younger man's forehead. Then he added,"I'll let you do that by yourself this time."

"But if you need any help undressing or redressing you yell. Okay?",Emmett instructed. Rhys gave a nod of his head at this. Feeling grateful that the older man was doing that for him at all. More grateful for the chance to hide his lock pick and weapon. It made him genuinely smile as the older man pulled away. He walked back over to the bed picking up a few pieces of cloth. A pair of jeans and another t-shirt with animals on it. This time the animals were teddy bears. Much too cutesie for Rhys's tastes. When he took the pieces of clothes from Emmett, he saw the jeans also head teddy bears on them. Little teddy bear shaped patches on the knees and pockets. Soon as he took them, Rhys stated,"Thank you, Papa."

"They look really nice.",Rhys lied. They weren't all that great. But, they were better than nothing. Though he wished he had his own clothes to wear. Not these grown-up sized kid themed ones. It made him feel like he was playing out the older man's fetish. Sure, he hadn't done anything sexual to him. Not yet anyway. This still felt like a fetish thing. He just wasn't sure how or why yet. It didn't matter. What mattered was not upsetting the older man. And it seemed to work. The older man just kissed his cheek before he walked out of the bedroom. Gently closing the door behind himself. Quickly, Rhys had the staple under a pillow. Then he hurriedly changed out of his clothes.

The clothes that he had been forced into. Reminding himself that these weren't his clothes. They weren't. These were Emmett's stuff. Just like everything else in this horrible Hellhole. None of it was Rhys's. Nor would it ever be his stuff and he'd never accept it. Ignoring these thoughts, he pulled on the clothes. He hated how well the clothes fit him. Just how cute they looked on him as well. There was this uncomfortable feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Another thing he did his best to ignore this, he forced a smile. One that he hoped wouldn't look as fake as it felt. Turning to the door, Rhys walked out of the room he'd been forced in. Not liking the smile on Emmett's face. Just how happy he seemed with the outfit. The older man complimented,"It looks absolutely perfect, Sweetheart."

"Teddies really suit you so very well.",he added. He hated that the older man was right. Teddy bears did strangely suit him. In ways that really made him feel gross. But he did his best to ignore that. Instead, he kept his grin on his face. Then he stuttered,"Th-thank you, Papa. I'm glad, glad you like it."

Despite the fact that Rhys really hated it. He was grateful that the older man approved. As he feared what would happen if something hadn't fit him. Or worse, they looked bad on him. That would probably piss the older man off for sure. Rhys tried to not overthink this as he walked back to the bedroom. Shutting the door quietly behind himself. He stripped himself of the new clothes and set them on the bed. Right next to the basket of remaining outfits. Pulling out a duck themed t-shirt and matching shorts. It was sort of cute. Sort of. Still was way too immature for Rhys's tastes. But he knew that the older man would really like it. So, he just hurriedly slipped on the outfit. Chewing the inside of his cheek as he looked down at it. They fit just fine but, he didn't like them. They made him feel so gross. Like he was a fetish object and not a person.

Like when he first started to transition a few years back. And his then group of 'friends' didn't take it too seriously. One even tried to kiss him against his will. Telling him that no one would ever want him. And that Rhys should allow him to kiss him. Even going so far as to tell Rhys that he had been leading him on. That he was pathetic and should consider himself lucky that he wanted him at all. It not only hurt Rhys's feelings. It really took a toll on his confidence. Along with his self-esteem. It took him forever to trust anyone long after that. Even longer for him to make friends with others.

Along with dating anyone ever again. But he did. After a year or so. None ever really panned out...no, now wasn't the time to spiral deep into toxic thoughts. Those weren't going to serve him. Nor would they really help. All it would do is worry his captor. And he didn't need a scared crazy bastard. Who knows what the Hell he would do when terrified? Probably nothing good. Definitely something that would really hurt him. Well, for a few days at the very least. He hoped it would be at least. As his ass was still pretty sore. It was a dull sore by now but still.

Keeping himself grounded, Rhys walked out of the room. Noticing the strange look on the older man's face immediately. It was a strange mixture of disappointment and something else. Something that Rhys didn't understand. Nor did he really want to. All he knew was it wasn't good. Emmett stated,"Baby, that's a cute outfit. But I don't think it really suits you."

"It's much too revealing and tight fitting.",he explained. Rhys glanced down at himself. It didn't look too bad in his book. Nor did it show more skin than his old chest binder and boxers ever did. Besides it wasn't like anyone else was going to see it. After all, Emmett didn't want him to leave the house. So who aside from the older man would see it? Instead of asking this, he nodded his head. Turning back to the bedroom to change. Unsure why Emmett didn't like the outfit for. But refused to anger the older man by asking him. Shutting the door behind himself once again, he hurried to the basket of clothes. There weren't many inside and he was grateful for that. This was going to be over soon. Rhys quickly pulled off the offending outfit before slipping on the next article of clothing. A cute t-shirt that had a wolf on it. Along with a pair of black suspender shorts. Which had cute heart shaped pockets on the back. It looked absolutely wonderful. And Rhys felt it would probably look good on him. Hoping that Emmett would approve of the outfit this time.

Really hoping that it could meet his standards. That it wouldn't anger him or whatever that expression on his face earlier was. As Rhys wasn't entirely sure of what to make of it. It didn't really look like anger. In fact, it seemed weirdly guilty. Though the younger man wasn't sure why. Sure, he was holding him hostage. But why would an outfit make him feel guilty for? It didn't really make sense in Rhys's mind. Ignoring this, Rhys pulled on the suspender shorts. Chewing the inside of his cheek briefly. Then he started to walk out of the room once again. Feeling even more strange about the look on Emmett's face. He looked so happy with what the younger man was wearing. Way too happy about it. And it was making him feel strangely warm. Like he was happy the older man approved of the outfit.

Or something like that.

He did his best to squash his feelings down. And not let them get to his head. As he feared what would happen if he did. How it would mess with his head. As he felt that it would make him dependent on Emmett's compliments. Or worse actually seek his validation. Which was something that Rhys didn't want.

"You look so handsome, baby.",Emmett chirped. Holding his arms out for Rhys to step closer. Which the younger man did as the weird warm feeling grew. Nearly making him grin for real as the older man hugged him. But Rhys did his best to squash those feelings down. Not wanting to allow them to grow. Instead, Rhys stated,"Thank you, Papa."

"It makes you look cuter than the first outfit.",Emmett stated. Now that made the warm feeling surge in his gut. Rhys felt his face burn at this. It was the weirdest thing in the world. And he couldn't believe that it was affecting him like that. Quietly, Rhys murmured,"Th-thank you again, Papa."

"I'm serious, my love. This suits you so well.",Emmett added. It made his blush burn even harder. To the point that Rhys felt it would catch fire. And he felt so shy. More so than any other time when someone paid him a compliment. Though he wasn't so sure was to why. Not thinking it over, Rhys felt himself shrink inward. Unsure of how to deal with his feelings. There was this strange urge to cry as he stood there. For whatever reason, Rhys just felt completely overwhelmed. Emmett kissed the top of his forehead a few times. It did nothing to quell the weird feelings Rhys was feeling. And he stated,"You just look like a little model in that outfit. You're so gosh darn precious."

"Th-thank, thank, thank you, Papa. I'm so glad that you like it.",Rhys spluttered. Feeling more embarrassed by the whole thing. It was so strange and he felt so happy. Freaking out internally as Emmett let him go to try on the last outfit. Why was he so happy with all of this? Happy that his captor liked it? It was so hard to understand as he walked back to the bedroom. Hoping that the next outfit would meet Emmett's standards. But wouldn't get the same reaction from him. Carefully shutting the door behind himself. Trying to be sure that it didn't slam. Worried it would anger Emmett if he did. Another thing that Rhys wished to avoid. Knowing the consequences would be dire if he did. Then he hurriedly stripped himself out of the cute outfit. Then slipped on the last outfit. A pair of shorts that were his favorite color, dark green. The top was a simple gray t-shirt. It had a very cute frog on it.

Something that made him grin a bit more. Somehow, he found himself loving the clothes. Though he wasn't entirely sure as to why he was loving it. But, didn't think longer about it. Instead Rhys just slipped on the frog outfit. Finding it strange how much he enjoyed wearing it. Turning back to the door, he walked back to Emmett. Who didn't look as enthused as he had been before. But, he didn't look upset with Rhys either. Just a little disinterested with the last outfit. Sighing, Emmett muttered,"Well, that looks okay. But it's not as cute as I hoped for."

"You're really adorable and it does nothing to make you cuter.",he added. Well, that was better than the second outfit. At least he didn't have a weird look on his face. Or giving him uncomfortable feelings. One that he wasn't entirely sure to make of. Rhys offered,"Well, I could wear them with other stuff?"

"Maybe they're better with other stuff instead of together?",Rhys added. Keeping his tone light. As he absolutely loved both of them. Even together. As it was kind of adorable in his book. But he'd rather not annoy Emmett over it. Figuring that a compromise would work much better. And it seemed to work as the older man nodded in agreement. Emmett grinned as he agreed,"Definitely, sweetheart. That must be the problem."

"And we can try that out another time.",Emmett continued. Something that Rhys was very grateful for. The older man let him go back to the bedroom. Allowing him to shut the door behind himself. Going back over to the pile of clothes. Slipping out of the cute clothes and back into his nor-the other pair. It took him a moment to realize he almost called them his. Reminding himself that these weren't his clothes. These were Emmett's just like everything else in this horrible Hellhole. Except Rhys. Rhys was never going to be his. And he was going to make damn sure of it. He was going to escape this horrible place. No matter what it took, he was going to escape. Even if it meant having to do the unthinkable to do so. While he finished fixing the straps, Rhys vowed to himself. No matter what, he was going to escape. When he finished getting redressed, he walked out of the room. Giving Emmett a sweet smile as he walked up to him. Mostly fearing what they were going to be doing next. Or if it was going to hurt him or not.

"Alright, my love. Let's go play a fun boardgame downstairs.",Emmett stated. Taking Rhys's hand in his own before walking downstairs. Keeping a tight grip on the younger man's hand. As if to make sure he couldn't run from him. Not that there was a way for him to bolt. As the damn front door was still locked. Locked and his captor was the one with the only key. So, why was he so worried about Rhys even attempting to flee? Then it hit him. Emmett wanted to just keep him from trying. And that the other men maybe some women still tried. Or maybe he just liked that kind of control or something. Rhys wasn't entirely sure. All he knew is that he didn't like it in the slightest bit.

But, again, he didn't make a fuss. He didn't want to anger the older man once again. Emmett gently led him back to the living room from before. Forcing the leg restraint back onto his ankle. Which Rhys found himself deeply loathing as he glared down at it. But, he still complied with the older man's wishes. Allowing the older man to lock it up. Hating that it sort of felt comfortable on his ankle. Rhys ignored this as Emmett went to grab the game for them to play. When the older man was out of earshot, Rhys checked the room. Looking for another thing that he could use. Anything that could help him pick the lock on the front door. Fearing that the staple wouldn't be enough. For a few seconds, there didn't seem to be anything in the living room that would be worthwhile. Then he spotted it. A tiny length of wire that looked like it came from a coat hanger. It was half under the couch, and he was surprised he hadn't seen it sooner. He was just really grateful that it was there at all. He quickly made his way over to the item and snatched it up. Shoving the item into the chest pocket of the overalls. Fixing the pocket to make sure it wasn't going to be easily seen by the older man.

The minute he was sure Emmett wouldn't notice, he moved back. Doing his best to keep calm as he waited for the older man. While he waited, he glanced around the room again. Noticing that there were pictures on a wall nearest the doorway. They were of two people together. One of them was Emmett looking a little bit younger than now. There was also a younger man with him. One that sort of looked like Rhys. The only difference between them were their eyes. Rhys's eyes were a dark brown. While the other man had light green eyes. Aside from that, he felt like he was looking at a clone of himself. Which made him wonder if Emmett wanted him for himself. Or to replace whomever this man had been. If he was actually dead or if Rhys was just assuming as such.

Either way, Rhys wasn't going to ask. Fearing that if he did it would piss the older man off. A moment later, Emmett came back with a rather large box in hand. It didn't look like any game that he'd played before. That made him raise an eyebrow in surprise. Rhys asked,"What kind of game is that, Papa?"

"It's 'Candy Land', my love.",Emmett answered. Holding the little box up for Rhys to actually get a look at. It wasn't a version that he'd ever seen before. Then he noticed Winnie the Pooh on it. It was kind of weird but, he didn't care. So long as they could have some fun. Well, some semblance of fun. As Rhys wasn't all that interest in board games. He didn't make a fuss over it. Only sitting down on the ground as Emmett did. Watching him set up the game in front of him. Humming that same freaky tune from earlier. Something he still couldn't recognize in the slightest bit. Well, it didn't matter. What did matter was keeping the older man happy. And acting like everything was completely normal. That none of this was wrong. And that the younger man was completely fine with it. Smiling a little as he listened to Emmett explain the rules.