Lock followed in behind her. The choke chain tightened at his neck, but it hardly bothered him as he went where Lillith wanted him to go. Barrel noticed his older brother's hands were behind his back, though he was unable to see the modified wrought iron shackles that not only kept his wrists bound, but had a special custom shackle between them to shackle his tail at the base of its spade. The shackle was tight enough that the little devil wouldn't be able to slide it out to use.

Something jingled at Lock's throat. It wouldn't be the first time he was seen in town with a collar, or the, "Lillith's pet" tag hanging from it. But it [i]would[/i] be the first time a key hung with it.

Barrel giggled, not because of Lillith pulling his older brother around on a leash, but because he caught a few tells of Lock's frustration, particularly whenever the key chimed against the tag.

"A bit [i]locked up[/i] there, bro?"