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"You didn't exactly have luck on your side at your escape," Brett snorted, a smile playing on his lips. He argued with himself that maybe this was the way to get Eddy to talk? By just chatting?

" if I only was looking forward, damn it. I guess this is why they say don't look back." Eddy groaned knowing it wasn't the time to be upset with himself but he was moping over it.

"Yeah, I mean, you practically ran into my arms," Brett teased with a chuckle. "Thought running was basic training, ey?"

" It is... I don't know what came over me. I guess I was just scared, no matter the amount of training the anxiety never seems to leave" Eddy willed himself to seem vulnerable, it wasn't completely a lie but also it wasn't completely the truth. He knew what it was like to literally have the anxiety beaten out of him, to fail was to die, the mantra rang in his ears. Being a failure put to a shameful death was worse than a small anxiety attack. He awkwardly brought his knees to his chest to help with the illusion he wanted to make: Weak.

"Scared, huh? Never thought I'd hear you admit to being scared," Brett said, sitting down next to Eddy on the bed while keeping an eye on where Eddy was keeping his arms and legs. Getting kicked wasn't part of his plan for the day.

Eddy simply rested his cheek on his knee since he couldn't exactly hug his legs like the position was mostly intended for, " it's probably stupid to be telling you about it."

"Do you think it'll make a difference?" Brett asked, leaning back on his arms. "Me knowing or not, I mean?"

" Probably. It's like what police tell the people they arrest, 'You have the right to remain silent, everything you say can be and will be used against you'. Fear is a great way to control people. Could either make or break me, you know? " Eddy pulled at the cuffs listening to the chains clink, the more he spoke the more Brett seemed to buy it. He wasn't completely sure since he couldn't see inside Brett's head but he'd still try to manipulate what he could.

"You know me well, of course I'd use something like that against you, right?" Brett chuckled, looking at where the cuffs rubbed against Eddy's wrists. "Uncomfortable?"

" I wouldn't expect any different from you," Eddy in fact planned on it, playing stupid could be smart in some cases. Until it was actually just plain stupid like running head on into the person who captured you, " Are you pleased to see my discomfort?"

"Not really, no. Why do you think you have this room, anyway?" Brett explained, hinting to the large bed and otherwise nice room. "Or did you think I treat all my captives this nice?"

" Maybe you want to seduce your captives, I don't know if that's unusual for you or not" He decided to keep the comment of how it looked like a honeymoon suite to himself.

"Sometimes that's useful, and I'll admit it has happened, but I wouldn't say it's among my usual tricks," Brett chuckled. "Why, do you think I'd be able to seduce you?"

" The sheets are fucking silk, it's hard not to think of certain things. Also you have me handcuffed to a bed, sends some creeper vibes" The corners of his mouth pulled into a grin as he giggled," It would be no fun if I told you that I was vulnerable to being seduced, or not now would it? "

"Only the best for my favourite guest, eh?" Brett joked like he would back in the day, running a hand through his hair again. "And I wouldn't need to have you handcuffed to the bed if you didn't decide to try and run off."

He didn't comment on the last part, his stomach making a flip at the thought of being able to seduce Eddy.

" I wouldn't consider myself being a guest restricted to one room. But besides that, aw I'm your favorite? Didn't know you felt that way, Bretty? " Eddy snickered trying to joke back ," I'll be a good pet if you at least uncuff me from the bedpost"