_{his throat’s sore that swallowing itself is a difficult endeavor and Ky’s hand wrapped around it didn’t help. you can’t break what’s already broken and someone else had already beaten him to the punch a long time ago. if they hadn’t then maybe he’d be more submissive yet he had his doubts on that one. it’s not in his nature to follow commands and he’s too reckless to care about the consequences of disobeying. ❝neither do I.❞ with one good shove he pushes Ky away, thankful for his enhanced strength. ❝you’re always telling me to get on my knees so maybe it’s your turn for a change.❞}

_{if this had been any other person, maybe the demon would have played just a bit nicer; they would have folded eventually. yet, caleb was a different story entirely, and as such, his fingernails dug deeper into the other’s flesh. as his grip tightened, his patience started to fail as well,} 

❝ i don’t get on my knee’s for anyone,  caleb. let alone for a little slave like you. ❞