_{they  go through  this so  often  that he  already  knew what came
next. if he talks back his  insolence would be  punished by chains
being put back  on him then he’s  reduced to  being nothing more
than a possession again. he’s tired of it. he’s too tired to voice an
objection or comment on the praise that never failed to get on his
nerves. he’s done his duty and all he wants now is to be left alone.
not to read. he didn’t think  he could get his  mind to focus enough
to read. he’d settle for  silence and it’s broken by Ky speaking. the
grip he has on Caleb’s chin forces him to look back at him instead
of ignore him. temper flares and his jaw tenses, fighting the urge to
remove himself  from Ky’s hold. ❝how  am I supposed to forget with
you constantly reminding me?❞}

❝—– you won’t.❞ his nails moved to dig into the other’s flesh for a
few moments: just enough to firmly make another point as his free
hand moved to pat caleb’s head, 

❝ ‘cause, i’m quite sure that the
more you obey, the less you’ll be in chains, but the less you obey?
well, i have a feeling…you’ll learn your place soon enough, caleb.
it’s under me. ❞