“’Prove’?” Creed repeated, raising a brow at the little thief and going back over to crouch in front of him. He used a calm voice, as if speaking to a mentally handicapped child. “Kiddo, let’s get this straight… I’m insane. I’m going to keep you here, deny you food and water, rape you as often as I want, fuck every hole I can, and probably a few I really can’t. And, after I’ve grown bored of you, I’ll gut you again- and this time you will die. And I will make sure you’re dead because I’ll have your heart in my hand. M’kay?” Not giving LeBeau a chance to respond, Creed stuffed the rolled up towel in the kid’s open mouth and tied the long piece tight to keep it in place. “Good boy,” he smiled and patted his little prisioner on the head, as if he were a dog. Then he got up and went into the kitchen to grab a beer, because he was quite thirsty.