Hero X Villain

decided to walk around his room for a bit.
There was a bed, a real bed with dark blue sheets and a grey weighted blanket and a grey duvet, and there was a chunky knitted blanket thrown over a couch nearby.  The whole room was done very cool and modern to the point of the room feeling frigid.  This is Hell, Nic thought.  This really is a gilded cage.
There was a generic stuffed shark toy popular with social media gurus sitting on the bed.  Nic found a gift tag with his name attached, and he promptly decided his shark was to be known as ‘Mr. Business’.  He hugged the shark to his chest as he wandered around the room.  It was essentially a penthouse studio apartment, and to Nic’s joy there was a small back garden.  It was night now but he saw green illuminated by pale white lights, and it sparked a little warmth in his chest.
Nic went back inside after feeling the cool air.  It felt like a desert climate outside, so he tried to trust that.  He found a long, thin blanket in the closet and wrapped it around himself like a poncho.  It was loose, so he stuffed Mr. Business into the front and pretended he was wearing a baby.  There were some weights in a little sectioned off home gym, but none of them went over fifty pounds.  Nic did some stretches and some yoga moves on the mat, but he was too tired to continue.
There was a little kitchenette, with a pantry full of snacks and the refrigerator packed with a pitcher of lemonade and a flagon of wine, and wrapped sandwiches in the drawers.  Nic knew damn well there was medicine in everything the Order fed him, and he decided he didn’t care.  He reached for the flagon of wine and allowed himself a small glass.  It wouldn’t be becoming if he got himself wasted, and he was certain that Crane wouldn’t approve of such behavior.
This is actually Hell.  Nic missed the cheese steak sandwich he had.  He needed its warmth to comfort him.  Instead he found a key lime pie in the freezer and decided it was destiny.
To the next pie.

CHAPTER III
Nic checked the corners of the bed he’d made up an hour before.  He went through his room and made sure there was no trash laying about, nothing to be found and raised in alarm.  It made him feel like a child, not to clean, but to be watched in case he slipped up.  Nic was miserable at the thought of having to deal with a pissed off Baron.  One mistake was too great and he was in serious trouble.
Baron was pleased with him, of course, in a sort of quiet way.  “It’s funny, I’d thought you would struggle more.  I half expected this place to be in ruins.”  Nic wondered if Baron was baiting him to try something.  Could it be?  Or was this really just his type of commentary?
“No, I’m just trying to take care of my living space,” Nic said.  He kept his tone even and light, and he sat like a polite piece of cardboard on the couch.  “Mr. Crane is very generous to let me have this big space, so I’m trying to be respectful of it.”  Baron seemed surprised by that.  He blinked.  A slight chuckle broke from his lips into a bit of a smirk.
“Well, Nicholas, everything is clean and in its place.  Go get changed for dinner, Crane wants you there.”
Nic got up to do what he was told immediately.  He changed into all black linen and a blue coat.  His grey shoes stayed perfectly clean, the only sign he used his powers at all.  They slipped on like a dream and he was out, dressed in the way Crane liked him to be.  Everything Nic wore was carefully chosen for him, and while the clothes were beautiful, they felt cold when he put them on his skin.  He shivered each time the linen hit his back, and he’d curl up on the bed for a second until his skin could warm it up.
“Very good,” Baron said.  Sometimes Nic wished he was under some kind of spell; it would explain his own compliance better.  Nic mustered up a small smile in acknowledgement as he followed Baron out to the hall.
Baron didn’t bind Nic for this, but his grip was more than enough to keep him from a quick escape.  Nic kept up with his pace as they walked despite the blindfold over his eyes.  By the time they finally reached the dining hall, Nic was exhausted.  Baron pulled the blindfold off and Nic blinked.  He was pulled inside and brought up to Crane’s table, where a seat sat waiting for him right between Alyson and her boyfriend, Rick.  Crane was across from him, a smirk on his face as Nic was shoved into his seat.
“Good evening,” Nic said with a small smile.  Crane smiled back and it was almost warm.  Alyson and Rick were perfectly polite.  Nic offered to switch so they might sit together, but then the entire table laughed at him and he realized this was intentional.  Nic felt his ears burn in shame but he did his best to swallow it.
“Here,” and his water glass was filled from a specially labeled carafe.  Nic knew there were lemon slices and raspberries in the water and in his glass to mask the medicine, but the sedative set in all the same.  He sat quietly, which had honestly been his plan anyways.  Nic really didn’t see the point of causing a stir, but he supposed his captors didn’t see it that way.  He was in no position to argue with them.  I’m the trophy, he thought.  He felt almost tipsy.  I’m the trophy hero.  
Pretty boy.  Crane called him that, hadn’t he?  Was that even real?