Kallias hummed to himself as he walked into the basement. He was holding a hammer in his hand, tossing and catching it over and over as he approached you. He smiled as he saw you asleep on his bed, the chain on your ankle dangling under the sheets.

Kallias crouched beside the bed, smoothing out your hair. "Wake up, puppy. Papa's home." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as his eyes fluttered open. "There's my little kid."

He picks you up and sets you down on the floor, your back against the wall. Kallias crouched between your legs, setting the hammer down to rub his cheek. "Papa is about to do something mean and bad to you, puppy. But I know you can handle it, yeah? My little kid is so strong, taking everything papa gives him."

Kallias grabs the hammer again before poising it over your kneecap. "Deep breaths, baby." He whispers before crashing the hammer down. His other hand runs through your hair as he smashes their kneecaps. He knew this was for the best. Besides, you had no reason to walk anyways. It was just another risk.