Peter shoved him back and shot up, running to a corner. "Don't touch me!" he screamed, body shaking.

Eric raised a brow "Kay you made the choice" He shrugged and made his way out, locking the cell as he went.

Peter let himself slide down the wall and his tears flow. "This can't be..." he kept muttering over and over again.

Eric was gone the next day and most of the day after, finally coming at sunset of the second day. "Hello Lovely" He smirked widely. He had camras and made the cell so there was no way to commit suicide.

Peter was in the corner, knees pulled up and eyes closed. He didn't look up at him as he came in. "What now? Another blow job?"

Eric's brow rose. "I came to bring you food but since you seem to want to, why don't we try without the gage" He stated with a smirk. The try of warm soup in a bread bowl as well as a small piece of cake.

Peter looked at the food, trying to ignore the fact his stomach just roared in hunger. "Do you not know sarcasm when you hear it pervert?" he snipped.

Eric juct chuckled in response moving a chair inside he sat in it as the food was set on a table near where he sat in the chair. His eyes watching the boy. "Come and sit on my lap" He said sternly. "There is an exception to the food either way." He smiled

Peter looked up at him in a bit of shock. He rolled his eyes and stood up, coming over to him and sitting on his lap like a child on Santa's.

Eric smiled and moved him so that the boys back was to his chest and handed him the cake "You may eat with your hands" He said softly, waiting till the male in his lap took it from him before moving his hands to Peter's thighs and began to rub gentlely