isaac.

that was a rhetorical question and he knew it so there was no point in replying smartly. he’s already fucked up because of his anger getting the best of him, and he hadn’t even made it worth while. he shoved the wolf like some teenager ready to brawl another teenage boy in the cafeteria at highschool. what a waste of disobedience. isaac hadn’t moved when the older man was in front of him again, and wasted no time at all in shoving him back roughly into the wall. at contact the breath left his lungs, and he grunted lowly. “that’s what i’m talking about,” isaac chuckled, still trying to talk and make it seem like he was still in control like he wanted leander to act back--and boy did he deliver. the hand around his throat, body pressed against his keeping him pinned there trapped against the others slender, yet muscular physique. “can’t let myself be a mindless toy they want me to be. can you blame me?” isaac asked quietly, staring the other down until the other ducked his head down, dragging his lips from his cheek to his ear. wolves could smell arousal and leander would smell his. he was a complete mess and he knew it. “yeah? are you gonna teach me? i’d like to see you try.” 

“my guess is that they enchanted it. we won’t actually die. if they didn’t their whole slave population would be dead from suicidal slaves looking for an escape and happily taking the chance to do these crazy tasks. give us some pain and suffering is their end game with this event.” it was pretty well thought out in his opinion. 

“gee, thanks.” isaac seemed unmoved or bothered when leander called him pretty. sure he wasn’t as good looking as other slaves, but he knew he certainly probably wasn’t bad looking if everyone had been taking him out to beat on him a few times. or take him for a spin. when the wolf got up in his personal space though...that didn’t sit well with the human. it made him feel small, powerless. knowing there wasn’t much he could do without his supplies and weapons within the city walls. “you think me being a slave suits me? why don’t you fuck off old man and get out of my face.” isaac practically snarled out, hands shoving the man back and away from him with as much force as he could muster. “you think this suits me because i’m not trapped.”

“yeah, trust me i know. i’ve already come to that conclusion all on my own. thanks for the insight though.” but hearing those exact words come from someone else’s mouth irked him. he truly did pick a awful path to take in life. he wasn’t innocent he had a choice, and he chose the wrong one. he chose to use his hands to kill. “i’m sure but a good chunk of you all weren’t innocent. not that i’m saying some innocents weren’t caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time...because i’m sure they were.” isaac explained, but offered no hint of remorse or any sort of emotion whatsoever. “the only time i feel good ever is when i sleep with someone, so yeah, i do.” it was really the only time he felt anything or let himself for that matter. aside from when he was dabbling in music. singing to himself, playing guitar...otherwise he was pretty numb. the hunter followed after the wolf, taking in the others home and design choices as he pulled off his boots. “so you wasted your money to see if i was okay? i’m flattered you care.” isaac was sure that wasn’t the case though. “sadly though yeah i’m very alive.” living in his own personal hell. 

“you don’t have to lie it’s okay. we all get old some day.” isaac was honestly just attempting to get under the others skin. because that’s all he could do anymore. talk. he couldn’t fight, and he knew that by now after being there a few long months. “i’ve got a lot of enemies here, huh?” he questioned thoughtfully, a soft sigh escaping him. this was just total bullshit, but he knew he dug this grave for himself and he had no one else to blame. he wasn’t unaware of the pain and grief he has caused so many people. or the lives he tallied up over the past few years. “sure,” isaac watched leander carefully, a sour expression pulling at his features at the comment. “careful, don’t promise me a good time you might get me excited.” his response was in a flat tone and he wasn’t overly amused. isaac typically wouldn’t give a hard time anymore unless he was trying to prove something, or wanted them to hurt him. “lead the way,”

isaac knew it wasn’t the wisest thing to try and get this task completed considering the woman who wore it was one of the strongest around. there was a reason she had the title of the high priestess. but he always was a daredevil, and not the brightest. the human figured he was already sentenced to a death sentence anyways by being sent here so why not? he’d be respected among his peers for pulling off something so risky, or even failing and having attempted it when everyone else was so scared to.  “probably not,” isaac admitted with a small shrug, not yet moving closer to the white haired woman. “but then again nothing about this event is wise on the slaves part. it’ll all have consequences one way or another, no?” that was the game. the luck of the draw, the game of chance, the danger... “i need that crystal. by the looks of it no one has succeeded or even attempted.”

“my past really just has been showing up to haunt me lately, huh? you’re not dead yet? figured you would have croaked by now considering you’re ancient.” isaac didn’t actually know how old the other was, but it was more of a jab at the fact his hair was graying which was a sign of older age. isaac pressed his lips into a thin line and inhaled deeply through his nose as the guards released his arms, and proceeded to walk away after they were thanked. “what the hell do you . want me for? i find it strange you even knew i was here when there’s so many other slaves to pick from. still thinking about me then huh?” he questioned, seeming to be studying the other. “guess i should be flattered you remembered me.” his fails always were memorable. 

ah, a fellow hunter, he thought after spotting the same brand he had on the other. isaac snorted at the question the other asked, and glanced over his list of tasks again before pursing his lips. “actually, yes. and i assume they mean the whole damn thing so we need to find some pliers or something to rip it off.” he hums idly, nodding his head for the other to follow him. “i also need to ride a ride without a safety belt if you wanna tag along for the ride so i can get these simple tasks out of the way before my more grueling ones.”

of course it did. isaac said nothing else in response to that since he was sure he had no control over it at all, and continuing to ask about it would likely annoy the master and surely influence him to give the guard a bad rating in the end. “right,” he answered shortly. a lot of masters usually did just rent them for a quick fuck or a beating and that was the end of that. this was the first time he’s been asked to come serve people drinks at a party. “yes sir,” this was the first thing the other said that he was actually happy about which made him respond respectfully for the first time. he was more than happy to turn one of the assholes down and tattle on them. isaac really hadn’t been paying attention to looking around the man’s home, but nodded softly when he was left outside of the bathroom and didn’t hesitate in stripping once inside, and getting in. he wanted to savor it a little while because it felt heavenly and it was very rare anything made him feel good. but he was out in ten minutes since he knew taking his time wouldn’t be appreciated. once dry he looked around to spot the clothes so he could get dressed. “after the party will i be staying with you for the night or going back to the cells?”

“oh so your barely suppressed crazy traits come from them?” isaac didn’t blame them entirely though. werewolves hope for pristine offspring, and the master before him just hadn’t been living up to their expectations. “you know i hunted and shit but i never thought it was fun. it was just something to do to make my parents happy with me.” since they hated him for being strange. “over the years though it became more of doing it to keep people safe i guess.”

seeing the man walk with the cane made him have a very strong desire to kick it out of the man’s hand to see if he’d fall to the floor. but the hunter suppressed the urge and continued to walk with him. “depends on what?” isaac wasn’t in the mood to be used and fucked over by the end of this all like most other masters have done to him because of his previous job. they thought it was amusing that he laid there in chains -- the guards made it perfectly clear good behavior was the only thing that got them removed to give him some semblance of freedom in the cell he was trapped in. “you sure you don’t want me just to get you off and call it a night?” now that he was mulling it over he wasn’t sure he wanted to serve rich supernaturals all night and be a outlet for their abuse when he couldn’t do anything back to them. 

“what was their reasoning for trying to kill you?” isaac had a guess. it had to do with that the other seemed completely insane. and that was based off of the few short minutes they’ve been talking. “what’re you talking about? dry humor at inappropriate times is my thing.” isaac deadpanned, lips pursing as he stared the other down. “what’s your definition of fun anyways? i can play along and humor you for the evening or whatever if you promise to give the guards a good report.”

what was he supposed to do after that little display? cower? please. isaac stood there completely unbothered, “what a moving story.” isaac replied flatly. though he felt a bit jealous. he was sick of hearing his old man’s voice. it wasn’t a voice of reason it was a darkness motivator in him. “man what a shame...and how lucky for me to have captured your attention.” literally, what were the odds? was every other male in the cell block rented or something? “let’s just cut to the chase. what do you want?”

“cute.” isaac huffed softly when the chains detached and fell to the floor, but the cuffs remained. a noticeable weight that would constantly remind him he was still bound to his place. this was most definitely karma coming after him for being an awful excuse of a human being. isaac was silent as he walked with the man and studied the way they took to wherever this man’s meaningless party was going to be. he had no intentions of trying to run or fight, but if someone threatened him he had no problem fleeing the scene or pounding someone’s face in a couple of times. “you’ll give me a good report to the guards if there’s no issues, correct?” otherwise what was the point of standing there stupidly and serving rich assholes?