Stiles sat in the cage next to another slave, huddled into him for warmth. Isaac, was it? He can't remember, he's too damn cold.
Isaac had come from an abusive household, and Stiles was too skinny for proper worth as his own lot, so they were being packaged together. Two slightly-defective slaves for the price of one. At first, Stiles had been unsure about the small boy, but he'd grown on him, despite how submissive Isaac had become. The training and well and truly broken the boy in.
Posting order:
Stiles
Derek
Isaac