Cruel as Ezrah was, Isaac had been known to be just as defiant with him as he was being with Jaelyn in that moment. More than once he'd found himself on the receiving end of a beating before being tossed into his cell to recover and tend to his own sore muscles and bloodied features. Some would call him stupid, but the way he saw things, if he allowed the man to take his spirit from him, then he had already lost, and he wasn't about to let the bastard have that satisfaction. As much as Ezrah enjoyed his toys fighting back, he could see the frustration in the man's eyes at never being able to break Isaac, no matter how painful the treatment, or cruel the session. He wasn't about to let one of Ezrah's other pets treat him the same way, let alone another vampire. Heartless creatures they were. Ezrah had established a deep set hatred in Isaac's heart for them, and it was one that wouldn't die out anytime soon.<br/><br/>He didn't back down, even as Jaelyn approached him and placed herself directly in his face, her angry gaze staring back into his own. He took note of her fangs and the way they bared as she hissed out her response to him, his eyes glancing at them momentarily before returning defiantly to her own. He wasn't stupid enough to think he could take her in a fight, so he didn't even try, but he wasn't going to stand down so easily, even if she was a living predator that could kill him faster than he could blink.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"You think I care what you went through, corpse?"</span></span>he spat back in his own low hiss.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Ezrah is dead. Your hell is over, but ours is only just beginning, and now it will be at your hands instead of his! I don't know about you, but I'm sick of being a slave!"</span>he continued, several voices of agreement rising up behind him from the other prisoners, while others shifted uncomfortably at the situation.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"I am not foolish enough to wish for death, but if you think I'm going to remain silent and accept my place as a slave, then you're just going to have to kill me," </span>he growled lowly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"You said Ezrah was killed by another slave. Be careful the precedent your set or you may end up in his place next,"</span>he hissed before letting that tense silence linger between them. He couldn't be certain she wouldn't kill him for his outburst, but he also knew that if she chose to silence him in a way remotely similar to Ezrah, then it would only serve to dismantle her argument about being better than him, and that was all he needed. He may not kill her, but someone else would certainly try when an opportunity arose, just like it had with Ezrah.<br/><br/>As Jaelyn stepped back away from him, Isaac's gaze remained locked on her own with a fierce glare, even as she addressed everyone now instead of him personally. Several long moments of silence passed before several of the prisoners stepped forward and a rather scrawny looking boy with blonde hair spoke up in a meek voice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">"Please, Miss...We've been through so much. We're tired and we don't want to fight anymore. If we're to remain here, then just give us the peace we've wanted for so long,"</span>he practically begged, a handful of slaves around him nodding in agreement.<br/><br/>They wanted to be released. To finally rest from the torment they'd endured. And death was the only way. A blessing that Ezrah had refused them time and time again, taking pleasure in their suffering by refusing to kill them.<br/><br/>The remaining slaves stayed put, glancing towards Jaelyn uneasily, but otherwise not wishing death upon themselves.