Because I Love You two

The next morning, Rhys woke up to someone gently nudging his stomach. It was a flat hand on him along with lips being pressed to his forehead. Reminding him vaguely how someone would wake him up when he was much younger. For a few seconds, he stayed utterly still on the bed. Not opening his eyes as he tried to understand what exactly was going on. Who was touching him and just what for. Then the person whispered,"Good morning, my love. Time to get up and have some breakfast."

His eyelids opened as he found himself staring up at Emmett. Reminding him that he wasn't safe in his own home. That he was still trapped in the horrible jerk's place. It made his stomach twist as the older man removed his hand. Carefully pulling back to allow Rhys to sit up. Which, he did while smiling awkwardly. Quickly rubbing his eyes, a little bit. Pretending that he was fine as he yawned a little. Not wanting to alert Emmett that he was feeling uncomfortable and terrified. Emmett asked,"Did you have a good sleep, Rhys?"

"Yeah, I suppose that I did.",Rhys admitted. It was okay. Sure, the bed was kind of musty smelling. And the blankets were a little on the thin side. But they kept him pretty warm despite not looking like they could. As the mattress itself was pretty comfortable, too. Still, he didn't want to stay in the terrible place anymore. He wanted to go home to his own real bed that didn't smell like dust. Along with having this creepy monster stuffed away in jail. Never to be able to touch him ever again. Which happened again as Emmett pushed the blankets off of Rhys. Picking him up and settling him on his hip. Carrying him downstairs toward the dining room. Where breakfast was already laid out for the both of them. There were two plates of waffles. They had blueberries, syrup, and some whip cream on them. The plate he had was on a Disney plate. Along with a Disney themed cup, too. It was filled with orange juice and so was the one that Emmett had. Rhys's cup had a straw in it. This seemed pretty strange to the younger man. There was no reason why his cup needed a straw while Emmett's didn't. Or why Emmett was even carrying him in the first place. It fueled his desire to get the Hell out of the place. While he was somewhat deep in thought, Emmett pulled the chair out and set the younger man down.

Pushing it in with a little smile on his face. Softly humming as he moved around to Rhys's left. Quickly cutting up Rhys's waffles into little bite sized pieces. Setting the fork down, he informed,"Today, we're going to go over the house rules."

"What you can and cannot do while you're living here.",Emmett added. Rules for what he can and cannot do? That felt weird but, he sort of expected it. Despite not liking that he would have to follow the rules while there. As he doubted that he would be there long. Well, Rhys hoped he wouldn't be as he nodded his head. Picking up the tiny fork that Emmett gave him to eat with. Starting to dig into the waffles that were made for him. They were delicious and something that he wished he could make for his own breakfast. Especially, with fresh blueberries on it. Quietly, Rhys thanked the older man for making it. Emmett only smiled as he sat like he did the night before. Eating just as eagerly as Rhys had been. Probably more than the younger man did. Which was a little bit unsettling for him. Rhys chewed the inside of his cheek for a second. Feeling uncomfortable with just how domestic this whole thing was. Almost too comfy for comfort. Then went on to eating the breakfast that was made for him. Figuring the older man was eager to get this properly started. Whatever the Hell this was.

Soon as he finished eating, Rhys slowly drank his orange juice. The older man was watching him with an eager smile. Another thing that was strangely uncomfortable for him. Why was he looking at him like that? So...loving? If that really was the best word for the expression on Emmett's face. As there really wasn't one that immediately jumped to mind. Soon as Rhys finished his juice, Emmett stated,"Alright, let's get to the rules, my love."

"First, no cussing in the house ever.",Emmett listed. Something that they briefly spoken upon yesterday. Or rather the older man scolded him on and it was stupid in his book. Very stupid. The older man got up out of his chair. Gathered their dishes as he continued,"Second, never try to leave me."

"Third, you're not allowed to call me by my name anymore.",Emmett added. That part confused the younger man. Just what in the Hell was he supposed to call him then? Just what in...why? Why did he want him to call him something else? Wanted him to do anything else than that? Emmett informed,"You're to call me, Papa."

"Do I make myself clear, my love?",he questioned. Papa? There was no way in Hell he was going to do that. Rhys didn't want to do that. Ever. Hell, he never even called his own Dad that. Not even when he was little. Why the fuck did Emmett think that he'd do that for him? Then it hit him, he really had no choice in the matter. Either he calls the man who kidnapped him 'Papa' or he'd hurt him again. And part of the younger man doubted that it would be like last night. That there would be a lot more pain than what happened before. Something about that made his stomach twist in anxiety. All there was, was either playing along or getting hurt. He just had to do that. Nodding his head, Rhys answered,"Yes, Papa."

"You've made yourself very clear on that.",Rhys added. Hating having to say as much. But, he felt that he absolutely has to. Fearing that the older man would leave more bruises like last night. In fact, his ass still felt very sore as he squirmed a little in the seat. Trying to ignore the sensation on his ass. As he didn't want Emmett to touch his ass ever again. Instead, he just quietly watched the older man clean everything up. Walk into the kitchen and hurriedly dump their dishes. Probably going to clean them sometime later with or without Rhys's help. Though, he hoped it would be with his help. As he wanted to find something to be able to hurt Emmett with. Even if it was going to be the stupid frying pan itself.

The older man came back into the dining room and picked him up while humming a child's song. Setting him on his hip as he headed upstairs. Past the bedroom that he'd been locked into that night. Making Rhys guess that he was going to be giving him a bath. Which was something that he wanted to avoid again. As, being seen completely naked by that man made him feel disgusted. And, unfortunately, Rhys turned out to be completely right about Emmett's intentions. The older man quickly slipped him out of his pajamas. Along with his underwear. Leaving him to stand there covering himself with his hands as he chewed his bottom lip. Hating that the older man was doing this once again. Sure, there wasn't anything sexual about this. Just someone washing him for the second time against his will. It just felt so uncomfortable when he was able to clean himself. Again, Rhys didn't fight it. Watching Emmett start the bath quickly and slipping several things into it. Bubble bath stuff that he remembered wanting as a child. Never getting to have it because his mom said that it was too expensive. Chewing the inside of his cheek as the older man continued to work around the bathroom. Keeping the best eye on him while Emmett moved around him. A moment later, he was grabbing him and hurriedly slipping Rhys into the bathtub. Gently washing him as he said,"There's no need to keep yourself hidden from me, my love."

"You've got nothing that I haven't seen before.",Emmett continued. That didn't matter to him, he didn't want to see him like this. Still, the idea of fighting this made Rhys's stomach twist. Remembering the spanking from the other night. Moving his hands from himself, he nodded a little. Allowing the older man to continue washing him while humming. Making him lean his head back while washing his hair. Shampooing and conditioning it as carefully as possible. Hands so gentle on his scalp in ways no ones had ever been before. It felt so weird being treated like this. No one had ever done an act like this for him in so long. Why did Emmett like doing this for him? It was so weird, so...uncomfortably weird and a part of him wanted it. Wanted someone to be so gentle to him like his captor had been. Though, he still didn't want any of this vileness. When it was finally over, he got Rhys out of the bathtub and wrapped him in a huge fuzzy towel. Which was just so fluffy and smelled like lavender.

The older man gently rubbed it against the younger man's skin. Humming a little louder as he did so. Bundling Rhys up before he walked them to the bedroom he held Rhys in. Smiling widely as he walked Rhys over to the bed. Sitting the younger man down with a kiss to his forehead. Emmett quickly walked over to the nearby dresser. Opening up several drawers looking for clothes for Rhys to wear. It made him a little uncomfortable to watch. Wondering just what the older man would dress him in. Or what he felt would be appropriate for Rhys to wear. There was this disgusting feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Fearing it would be something creepy or fetishy. What Emmett brought over wasn't what he anticipated it would be. A pair of black overalls, a t-shirt that looked like it had a cartoony design on it, and some green fuzzy socks. Nothing inappropriate in the slightest bit. Though, it felt a little too childish in Rhys's book. Again, he didn't put up a fight as the older man dressed him for him. Noticing that the design was sort of cartoonish but, not too immature. More like something someone in their twenties would prefer to wear. It still made him feel uncomfortable as Emmett encouraged him to stand up. Gently taking his hand as he led him back down the stairs.

Straight towards a living room that was next to the dining room. It looked pretty normal for the most part. A huge couch that was green and had some blankets on it. A few bookshelves against the wall that were filled with books. An old T.V that looked like something from the nineties with a VCR that looked just as old. He vaguely wondered if there were tapes nearby that he'd be watching or not. Again, he didn't ask questions on it. Instead, Rhys just followed him over to the couch. Sitting down as the older man insisted, he does. There was a random thought of running cropping up in his mind. Looking over at the doorway as he thought of trying the front door once more. Then the sound of clinking metal came to his ear and turned towards it. Eyes going wide as he saw Emmett holding a very heavy chain. Emmett informed,"Now, I'm sorry I have to do this to you."

"But Papa can't trust that you won't try to run from him.",he continued. Quickly grabbing the younger man's ankle before he could pull away. Something that he cursed himself for as he tried to pull away. Crying loudly as he wanted to get free from the stupid thing. Sure, the cuff for his ankle had something soft in it. But it wasn't fair. He wanted to get free and run home. This wasn't right. Trying to scoot down the couch as he shook his head. Whimpering as he begged,"Please, no. Don't do that, Papa. Please, please, don't do that!"

"I'll be good, and I won't run, I promise I won't run!",he pleaded. No matter how much he did so. Emmett didn't release his grip on the younger man's leg. Putting the cuff around his ankle with a soft sigh. Looking somewhat remorseful in his action. Though Rhys highly doubted that the feeling was genuine. The cuff wasn't painful in the slightest bit. This was going to be difficult to get off of his body. Not without having to break his foot or something like that. Sniffling a little as he stared down at the damned thing. Hating its very existence as Emmett gave it a gentle yank. Proving that there was zero chance of the thing breaking from the wall. Zero chance of it coming off of Rhys's ankle by accident. This wasn't fair. Something that made his heart sink to the floor at the realization. Just how was he supposed to free himself? There wasn't anything he could readily use. At least as far as Rhys could tell from looking around the room. Wiping his own tears away as the older man wrapped his arms around him. Pressing his cheek against Rhys's hair gently and stroked the rest. Being very careful with him as he stated,"I know, my love. I really don't want to have to do this to you."

"But I have to because Papa can't trust you just yet.",he reminded. When he said that, Rhys wanted to slap him. Of course, the asshole would bring it up. After all, it only happened the other night. So why wouldn't he use that as a reason? He figured that Emmett probably would do this until he finally escaped. Something he planned on doing as soon as he could. The older man continued,"I promise that it won't be on you every single time, my love."

"Someday we'll look back on this moment and laugh.",Emmett promised. Gently kissing the top of his head before letting him go. That royally pissed him off as he knew he wouldn't be staying too long. Sniffling a little more as he said nothing to Emmett. Only watching him walk over to the little T.V in the room. Kneeling down to do something that he really didn't care for. None of that really mattered to him as he sat there. Feeling more exhausted than he had in a very long time. All of this was more draining than he expected it. Feeling he would feel better the sooner that he could flee the house. It took a lot in him to not bawl once again. Chewing the inside of his cheek as Emmett finished what he was doing. Which turned out to have been putting a Disney movie in. Pinnochio. One that was his favorite from when he was younger. As it helped him with a lot of things from when he was child. Mostly helping the younger realize that he was a trans man. Something that Rhys only realized when he wished he had a Blue Fairy to turn him into a boy.

"Now, I'm going to go wash the dishes and do some other things in the house.",Emmett informed. There was a book in his hand that Rhys remembered from his childhood. It was some werewolf kid fleeing a hunter. One that was Hellbent and determined to take his pelt. Using it as a creepy trophy for his living room. Giving it to Rhys, he continued,"When you're done with this book, you put it back on the bookshelf."

"Yes, Papa. Thank you, Papa.",Rhys murmured. Not caring that it sounded like Emmett thought he was too stupid to do something obvious. Doing his best to not roll his eyes in annoyance and opening the book. Pretending to read it as Emmett gently fluffed his hair before walking to the kitchen. Sighing, he waited until the older man couldn't easily see him. And then he glanced around the living room. Trying to see if he could spot something that could help him. Anything that could be useful on the cuff to unlock it. Then maybe use on the door if at all possible. For the most part, he couldn't immediately see in the living room. There were only two bookshelves, some stuffed animals on the floor, and not much else. The place was sort of bare. Not really clean just, super bare.

Ignoring that fact, Rhys set the book down on the couch. Mentally reminding himself to properly put it away in a little bit. To not anger his captor into hurting him one more time. Then he slowly slipped off of the couch. Walking as carefully as he could to the bookshelf. Not wanting to make too much noise and not attract Emmett's attention. Checking it over to find anything that could be useful. So far, he could see there were only books. Then he got closer to the shelf to thoroughly look at it. There were some knick knacks lining it. They were lovely just absolutely wonderful but, not useful. None of them could pick the lock on the cuff of his shackle. A few moments of frantic looking around the bookshelf, his stomach dropped to the floor. Making him tremble a little as he gripped the bookshelf. Nearly making him want to give up entirely. That was when he spotted the screwdriver. The tool was sort of rusted and not entirely perfect for what he needed. Not much but it was much better than nothing at all. Snatching it up, Rhys mumbled,"Yes. This'll do. I'll be out of here in no time."

For a moment Rhys considered sitting back down immediately. Then hurriedly picked up a nearby stuffed owl from the ground to avoid suspicion. Hiding the screwdriver behind it as he walked towards the couch. Something in him was fearing the older man would check in on him at any time. Probably listening to the younger man's movements. The clink of the thick chains as he walked around the spacious living room. His eyes darted to the doorway to check if the older man was there. Breathing a sigh of relief as he hadn't spotted him. Though his relief was pretty short lived as the older man leaned through the doorway. Spotting the younger man holding the stuffed owl, he grinned widely at him. Then went back to washing what little dishes there were from breakfast. Rhys wondered why it was taking him so long to do them. Then figured that the older man didn't clean as he went. And that he probably was cleaning parts of the kitchen as well. Which worked out for him and made him feel relieved as he sat back down on the couch. Putting the stuffed owl aside without a second thought. Pulling his ankle up to his knee to examine the cuff on it visually. Staring down at the keyhole for a few seconds. It wasn't a tiny keyhole but, he wasn't entirely sure that the screwdriver could work. Then he examined the tool itself for a brief moment. Nearly sighing with relief once again as he realized that the tool's end wasn't small. That it probably could fit inside of the keyhole.

His heart raced as he carefully slipped the screwdriver into the keyhole. Chewing his bottom lip as it slipped into it. Feeling relieved when it would fit. So easy that he could have wept with joy. But when he twisted the tool around, it didn't work. Nor would it even begin to unlock the cuff of his chain. His heart leapt into his throat as disappointment washed over him. Trying to twist it more and more as he tried to not weep. Twisting it more and more as he stared down at it. No, no, it wasn't fair. He just wanted to get free of the man. Just wanted to go home and see everyone he cared about again. Trying to move the tool one more giving a quiet whine. Rhys couldn't believe the injustice of it all. There was no way that the screwdriver could work on the cuff. Taking it out, he grabbed the book next to him. Putting his foot back down on the ground as carefully as possible. Not wanting to make more noise than he wanted to. Walking over to the bookcase, he put the book back. Then he stared at the screwdriver for a few seconds before slipping it into his overall pocket. Feeling that he needed it to protect himself from Emmett. Figuring that he could stab the older man later. Then escape the house back home. Walking back to the couch, he sat back down and stared at the T.V to watch it. Picking up the owl and holding it to his chest. Giving it a gentle squeeze as he noticed that Emmett was peeking into the room once more.

Rhys knew why he was doing it. After all, he had tried to escape him before. He wouldn't kidnap anyone at all. But, if he did he probably would be just as cautious as Emmett. It also strangely felt like he was accustomed to doing this sort of action. The thought that sent a shiver down his spine but, he did his best to not show it on his face. Fearing that Emmett would question him. Would realize that he grabbed the screwdriver. Well, Rhys felt that he would know that he had it. But, there was no way that Emmett could have known. Ignoring this, he just held the stuffed owl closer to his chest. Turning his attention back to the movie.

Which was almost over. But he honestly didn't really care all that much. All he cared about was not raising suspicion in the older man. And he didn't have to look at the doorway to know it worked. After all, the older man didn't come into the room or say anything. This had to be good news, right? Rhys felt that it absolutely had to be. Why else hadn't he come into the room to scold or punish him? It was the only thing that made sense. Emmett didn't know anything and was just checking in on him. Nothing more and nothing less. He still felt so uneasy as he sat there on the couch. Like the older man was going to hurt him at any moment. That he was going to die or something. But, he couldn't tell if he was only being paranoid or not. As the older man beat him pretty hard the other night. It hadn't been entirely out of nowhere, sure. Emmett did have a reason for his action.

A stupid fucking reason in Rhys's opinion. But it still was one. So it wasn't like Emmett would hit him without a fucked up reason. He somehow couldn't shake the feeling that Emmett would cause him great harm.

Pressing his cheek into the stuffed owl's head, he sighed. This was just too much to deal with right then. Too freaky in ways that were deeply unsettling. Some messed up part of him wanted to just give up. Allow this to happen and pray that Emmett would just let him leave. Never seeing each other ever again. Even though Rhy felt that would be utterly stupid of him. That the younger man wouldn't be allowed to leave easily. Whether or not he obeyed the rules. That the older man would kill him before 'releasing' him. Hiding his corpse so no one would ever find him again.

After all, Rhys hadn't ever heard of any recent murders. No one going missing or anything like that. So, Rhys just assumed they were just hidden too well for the cops to locate. Something that made him shiver as he hugged the toy closer to himself. Not really watching the movie anymore as he unintentionally pictured his own death. Either by being beaten to death or smothered with a pillow. His whole body felt like he'd been dipped in ice water. None of this fair.

It wasn't fair at all.

Moments later, he was pulled out of his thoughts by a gentle nudging. He flinched as the older man was kneeling in front of him. A sweet smile on his face as he got a key out from his back pocket. It took Rhys less than a minute to realize it was to the cuff on his ankle. Emmett quickly undid it and placed it back into the pocket. Then he enticed Rhys made him get off the couch. Allowing the younger man to take the stuffed owl with him to the dining room. Sitting Rhys down with what he grabbed from the living room. Rhys put the stuffed animal down next to him in a chair. Smiling a little, Emmett informed,"I don't know about you but, I'm starving."

"I think we should have an early lunch, my love.",he continued. It sounded pretty good in Rhys's mind. He felt pretty hungry and just wanted something to nibble on. As that morning's breakfast wasn't enough for him to eat. Allowing Emmett to push his chair in. Emmett gave him a pretty stern look that warned him to behave. One that warned him against misbehaving and breaking the rules. Rhys let his gaze drop as he toyed with his shirt. Feeling so very uncomfortable was he at there. Vaguely listening to the older man in the kitchen making lunch. He didn't care what it was as long as he could eat. Nothing mattered as long as he could keep his strength up. A few minute later, Emmett set a sandwich in front of him. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crusts cut off. There were carrot sticks and some apple slices. Along with a cup of chocolate milk in a Disney cup. A straw was in it like before. This didn't really matter to him as he stated,"Thank you, Papa."

"You're welcome, my love.",Emmett said. Rhys started eating his sandwich as quickly as possible. Not noticing that Emmett was watching him as he sat down. Right in the same spot that he did last night. Beginning to eat like this was entirely normal. Just like last night. It bothered the younger man but, he didn't say anything. He just ate his food in complete silence. A few bites into his sandwich, Emmett informed,"Papa's got a huge surprise for you upstairs, Rhys."

"I think you're going to really love it, my love.",he continued. His tone sent a chill down Rhys's spine. Whatever it was, Rhys highly doubted that he'd like it. Or that it would be fun for him. Though he did his best to not show his emotions on his face. Feeling he'd get punished again if he did so. He even smiled a little as he finished the last bite of sandwich. Then Rhys asked,"What's it going to be, Papa?"

"Well, you gotta finish your lunch to find out.",Emmett teased. Or he tried to sound like he was teasing the younger man. It sounded way too creepy to be actually playful. Much, much too creepy to be so. Rhys did his bet to ignore these feelings of discomfort. Keeping the smile on his face before he resumed eating his lunch. Somewhat fearing what Emmett had in store for him. Or was still making for him. Since the older man didn't say that it was done or not.

Only that he had something upstairs for him. It deeply unsettled him as he ate his food quickly. Not wanting to raise any suspicion in the older man. As he feared the horrible punishment that would follow if he didn't. When Rhys and Emmett finished, he took all their dishes to the kitchen dumping them. He quickly walked back to the dining room and pulled the chair out. Motioning for Rhys to get up and follow after him. Kissing his temple before walking with him to the stairs. Taking the younger man's hand and gripping it gently as they walked. Too strong for him to break away and run from the older man. Leading him back to the bedroom that he had been in before. Rhys's stomach twisting in anxiety at what the surprise could possibly be.