The evil man smiled then got up, he moved quickly knowing he only had so long before the boy was awake and kicking again. From a shadowy corner the man retrieved a bag he had stashed in this abandoned warehouse at an earlier date. There were many items within the cloth bag but the man only removed what he considered the most important at the moment. Military issue, alchemy resistant stainless steel chains were first. The man had chosen their location carefully, the warehouse they were in was built to house much stronger and dangerous creatures than a pissed off fifteen year old boy. There were iron ring built into the floor that the chains could be attached to. Rings that had been reinforced and sunk a good ten to twenty feet into solid concrete. No man could ever hope to rip them up and escape, not even Armstrong himself could hope to do so. The man moved swiftly now, feeling the press of time. The teen could cause problems, he was a formidable foe even lacking his arm. With this fact in mind, the man chained Edwards flesh arm first, taking care care to make sure it was chained with the palm upwards, and zero slack. Ed was a resourceful kid, the man knew this almost better than anyone, he couldn't chance the boy drawing a transmutation circle. The restraints may have been alchemy resistant but the bot didn't become a state alchemist at the age of twelve for nothing. The captor secured the boys legs, using twice the amount of chain for the automail one, the man stood up and admired his handiwork. Perhaps another minute passed as the man gazed at Ed when the younger man began to rouse. The teen's mind took a few moment to process what had happened, as soon as Ed registered the heavy weight was missing from his back he tried to bolt upwards, to no avail of course. As Ed realized he could barely lift his body an inch off the cement, panic set in. Edward thrashed wildly, giving everything he had to try and break free. The man watched in amusement as the teen struggled hopelessly. When his prisoner began hyperventilating, he openly chuckled. Edward calmed himself and noticeably stiffened. His spine, iron rod straight.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Edward screeched.
"Master," The man replied.
"What?!" Edwards eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"For now and forever more you shall only address me by that name,"
"I'll call you anything I fucking want you prick!" Ed yelled and cursed at the taller man. Edward opened his mouth to shout again and suddenly saw stars. With seemingly inhuman speed, the man grabbed the back of Ed's head and slammed his face into the cement.
"Now my little pipsqueak alchemist, if i hear even one more syllable that isn't part of the word master, that brief meeting your face just had with the floor will be repeated, many times over, understand?"
"Fuck you!" Edward spat out a mouth full of blood. The man swiftly delivered a sharp kick into Ed's ribs.
"It's a shame your mother didn't teach you any manners before she croaked," The man taunted cruelly. Edward flushed crimson and snarled with anger.
"You had better kill me, you bastard! If I ever get free what your doing to me will pale in comparison to what I do to you!" Ed snarled like a rabid beast and pulled against his chains once more. The unforgiving metal bit into Edward's wrists causing a small amount of blood to drip off his flesh wrist and and stain the floor beneath him. Edward easily ignored the pain, so fixated on his rage. Never would Edward of thought this man could do this to him, or anyone for that matter. The room suddenly reverberated with a resounding slap. Edward's head jerked to the side harshly.
"Apparently the last lesson I tried to teach you didn't help. Little brats like you need some discipline," The man sneered down at the restrained teen.
"As I said before, FU..." Ed was cut off by a a swift, hard kick in the face. It caught his right cheek and split it open. The wound bled freely, leaving several trails of crimson fluid down the teen's face. Edward winced as the number of drops rose, quickly creating a pool beneath his face.
"I warned you Ed," The man said almost kindly. "It's only going to get worse, the more you disobey," Edward simply panted, looking away, he tried to piece his resolve back together. Ed felt the first prickle of tears since this had began. The blond swallowed hard and pushed back his sorrow, his pride replacing it with red hot rage.
"Never," Edward's voice was low and harsh sounding, yet rang with determination. The man sighed and and walked slowly to the other side of the young man, forcing Ed to turn his head left. The movement was awkward and painful because of how tightly he was chained to the floor, missing an arm on the right side gave him a lot of slack on that side, not that it help the teen a whole lot.
"You want to know what so great about you missing your arm Edward?" The man said sweetly and leered down at the young man. "Not only does it make you defenseless, but it also makes your clothes so much easier to remove," Ed's heat leapt into his throat at this statement and he felt it was hard to breath. For a minute he could offer no response. The chilling sound of laughter brought him back to the present. Ed suddanly found himself amused and laughed loudly, effectively cutting off the captor's laughter.