As soon as the chains were wrapped around him, Feyd felt like the most prudent thing to do would be pass the hell out from the combination of pain, coming down from an adrenaline rush, and pure exhaustion. This was supposed to be his off day, but it hadn't worked out like that. No matter what tin man was about to do to him, it probably couldn't put him into anymore pain than he was already in. So that's what he did. He wasn't even sure that he could have prevented it if he tried.