Harvey grinned, liking that he'd gotten that reaction out of the other. "Up my ass," he jeered. Obviously it wasn't, but he didn't have to tell his toy anything. Harvey kept moving towards the other, trying to back him into a corner. He wouldn't pull that jump trick again.

He growled, and avoid the corners, constantly moving. He went to near the toy table again, picking up a pocket knife, and tossing it at Harvey, trying to defend himself.

Harvey ducked out of the way of the knife. Alright, that was it, he was calling in the security team. He had a button on a string around his neck, and pressed it. In minutes, the locked door was burst open and men in body armor came in, wielding stun guns and batons.

He froze when he saw the men, and one of them used the chance to shoot a dart on his neck, knocking him unconsious on the floor.

(I was thinking the fear thing could be his punishment. Make him learn some respect)

Now that he'd been taken care of, Harvey had the security team get his toy back to the main part of the dungeon. Rather than the nice couch he'd been on before, Harvey had him tied up and fully suspended from the ceiling. He was tied upright, with his legs bend and spread apart, arms above the head. Harvey left the room to get some things, and wait for the other to wake up.

James woke up, seeing that he was dangling off the ceiling. He rolled his eyes, and without a word, began to swing back and forth, flipping and moving. He then struggling, and flipped upside down, holding on to the top of the rope with his feet, high off the ground now. He began to climb up it, his feet touching the ceiling, over 10 feet off the ground.

Harvey had come back to watch the other, though he wasn't in the room. He rolled his eyes as the crawled up like that. The other couldn't stay up there indefinitely. He was prepared to wait for the other to get tired. He had access to food after all, and Dick did not. As well as water, a restroom, and sleep. If he wanted to stay up there, sleep wouldn't really be an option.

He reached the top and began to feel up the ceiling, looking for a hole, or something that he could get his fingers in. Not finding anything, he cussed, and began to tug at the hole where the chains were connected, tugging at it.

Harvey watched, idly curious. There was no chance of the other pulling those out. The plate was at least two inches thick, bolted directly into the ceiling. Harvey wondered what'd eventually make the other break. He did have business to get to when he wasn't playing.

He sighed, and was tired out, letting his body go down, holding onto the chair, and looking around the room, still five feet in the air.