Meanwhile, Greg lay in a dark room on a sagging old mattress. His wrists were locked in shackles, wrapped around a thin pipe that was bolted into the floor. His body was bare, not a piece of clothing covered him, and goose bumps stood out to the coolness of the room. The marks that had shown up in the picture that Richard sent were still littered across Greg's chest. The gag had been removed earlier; it was only temporary so Richard could keep Greg under control for a while. It had likely been hours since then, when Greg had first woken up in this dismal place, tied down, and having Richard staring at him. Greg's first reaction was to call for help, but of course Richard had removed that prospect. Then Greg wanted to fight, but that too had been taken care of. So, with his captive, somewhat under control Richard proceeded to play with him, then to add insult to injury, send video evidence of it to Nick. After that, Richard had left, and Greg was stuck staring at the dark ceiling, becoming familiar with its shadows and cracks. Greg sighed, and shifted, pulling at the shackles. Just as Greg let his eyes wander to the far side of the room, footsteps could be heard approaching his room. The door was unlocked, and it opened, letting in bright light. Greg shut his eyes, and hissed in pain as his eyes adjusted. But the door was shut, and a low light turned on as Richard came forward. His steps were a bit slower than before, and Greg wondered why. He opened his eyes to see Richard kneeling down beside him with a tray. Greg's dark brown eyes flicked to the tray to see it held a small bowl, and a set of towels. Greg glanced at Richard, who sat near the tray. Richard had green eyes, and they glinted wickedly as they took in Greg's body. Richard's dark brown hair was messy, like he had run his hands through it a couple times. He noticed Greg looking at him and asked, "Would you like something to eat?" "What do you think?" Greg asked his voice dripped with anger. Richard sighed, "I know you're not going to cooperate, but I'm trying to help you. I don't want you to starve, and I don't think you want to either." "No, I don't," Greg said slowly. "Well, then, here," Richard said, and picked up a forkful of noodles from the bowl. He was close to Greg, and positioned the fork near the younger man's mouth. Greg was hesitant about eating the noodles; he didn't trust Richard around any food or liquid. Richard could see the look on Greg's face, and said, "I know why you don't trust me, but believe me, I didn't do anything to this bowl of ramen." Greg gave Richard a funny look. "I haven't had ramen in forever, how did you…?" Greg shook his head. "I'm not going to bother to ask," he mumbled. "Will you eat it?" Richard asked he was starting to lose patience. Greg took one long look at the fork, and then grumbled, "Yeah." Greg slurped the noodles into his mouth, and chewed, while Richard got another forkful. This went on silently for a few minutes, until Greg missed a noodle, and it dropped onto his chin. "Here, let me get that," Richard said, as he leaned in with a towel. He dabbed up the corners of Greg's mouth, and his chin, but then Richard trailed lower with the towel. Richard brushed over Greg's nipples with the moist towel, and the younger man interrupted by saying, "Uh, my face is up here." Richard smiled, though it wasn't a true smile and replied, "Sorry." Greg raised an eyebrow, and gave Richard a look that read 'Yeah right.' Richard grinned evilly, and then said, "I think that's enough food for now." Greg opened his mouth to protest, but knew it would get him nowhere. Richard got up, took the tray with him, and walked to the door on the far side of the room. He paused for a moment to open the door, then left, shutting and locking the door. Greg groaned and shifted to get comfortable.