Loyalty || closed
The kennel was the worst.
Crowley knew he deserved it, he knew his master had been right to lock him up again, but it was still uncomfortably tight in there. He was chained to the ground, collars and bound to the wall, so moving required quite a lot of effort. He’d just flopped onto his front, his arms in front of him since he couldn’t exactly move them much and his knees were bent as he laid there, hunched over and watching.
The gag in his mouth kept him from speaking, the sigils etched into his skin from smoking out and healing. He was battered and broken, but he was alive. Crowley had been convinced Lucifer was going to kill him. This was worse. He heard footsteps approach and whined softly.
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