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General RP Poacher (Rhys)

The microphone clicked off again...a moment passed by before the door clunker and opened. Wayne walked into the room. His hat was removed, showing his dark curlly hair. His rugged face, his dark skin, he walked closer to the bed side holding a bag. He opened it a ways away, about 6 feet away, leaving a gap of a foot between himself and Kas, if the femboy would try to jump up and rush at him. He pulled out a small baggie of pills, only 3, thecbag itself had a comforting smell in it, familiar. Some burger or sausage of some kind?
 
Kas stays still on the cot, gray eyes narrowed slightly. He watches the man, his muscles tensing as he stares the other down.
 
"For your head." He said showing the pills. "Regular pain pills. A sandwich." Wayne said showing it off next. A parchment paper wrapped meal. "And..." he pulled put a small brown bottle, shifting it around. The label was easy to spot. A Jack Daniel's label, some ready made cocktail .
 
Kas narrows his eyes slightly, "I'm not taking drugs from someone who kidnapped me. I'm not stupid." He only wanted the food. He knew there was nothing to stop the guy from drugging the food, but there was only so much Kas could handle. Starvation was oot one of them.

A headache that food would help go away was something he could handle.
 
"Hm. If you can't take what you are given, you are better left without." He said simply as he began to put the food away. "Perhaps you need more time."
 
"As you were told." Wayne said simply as he rolled the bag shut. He wouldn't reward his frustration or struggling. "Do it properly."
 
Kas stares at him, his eyes narrowing. What the hell did he mean by that? He feels his fingers curl around his ankles.
 
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"Hm. Ask. Properly." He said as he started to turn away, starting to make his way out of the door, turning to start to seal it.
 
The Door was hardly an inch from the frame....but it pulled open slowly. "Please. What." Wayne said as he looked in on him, still yet to step back inside.
 
Kas stares, gray eyes filled with anger. He never asked for anything! He always took what he wanted, or pouted until he got it. He was entitled, to say the least. "Please, I want the food."
 
"Hmmm~ your attitude...feels more like a demand than asking." He said simply, thecposcher giving a faintvsmirk. The Door shifted shut again, then locked. Wayne simply would have to let him soften up some more abd try again.
 
Kas growls, his eyes narrowing on the door. After a moment, he huffs and flops back down, closing his eyes.
 
The poacher set his gift down, settling in his chair again, his patience taking iver again while he ate. Watched. How long would the entitlement last in this one....the best ways ti start working it out of this prey. Letting them simply wait was a start, to let it wait.
 
Kas curls up, nuzzling his face back into his knees as he relaxes. He was hungry, but he could go longer before he really needed the food. And that was probably what the man wanted, for Kas to break down begging or some shit. But the only begging he did was in the bedroom, and for something a lot different from food.
 
(XD Wayne: Slides Pic under the the door)

The waiting game took root, the swirl of pain likely had passed over as it ticked by. The hunter taking the time to simply busy himself, cleaning his tools, preparing his chemicals, waiting...watching...adjusting. He was already working out his next phase, if this particular nut wished to remained closed off to him. Perhaps sleep deprivation...or a more intimate game.
The Microphone clicked. "48 hours."
 
(XDD, Kas has dealt with pain a LOT worse than hunger.)

Kas had dozed off, ignoring the occasional pain from hunger. It was easy to distract himself,even his breathing and falls asleep again. He woke at the sound of the speaker clicking and raises an eyebrow.
 
"Missing persons cases are considered going cold by 48 hours." He said simply. "...but are you the type to vanish for that time?" He asked as he worked on his gun, taking it apart. "You strike me as one."

(XD Wayne isn't seeking suffering, just obedience. If Kas must starve, and go in exhaustion and dehydration only for Wayne to heal him, he will.)
 
Kas raises an eyebrow, "I don't think you know much about me." He drums his fingers on his thigh, giving a lopsided grin. Sure, he would leave home, run amuck in other cites for fun, but his parents. . .

"Aw. . . Fuck-" He drops his head back, Dad would be so worried. And maybe Kay, but definitely Lin. He blows out a heavy breath. He had a mildly overbearing family, but he loved it and them, and it hurt knowing they were all probably going to be freaking out. He always called. No matter what. He never missed a call.
 
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