Isaiah jerked as he was grabbed suddenly, thinking it was Dylan come to try and contain him in some way. He tried to break the hold, ready to turn and swing at his ex to drive his point home, only that hand on him was not the familiar hold of a moderately athletic human. He would have been able to get away from Dylan. He would have been quick enough to land a punch before the man realized he wasn't playing games.<br/><br/>The hand on him wasn't human at all, far too strong. He looked down to see scales and talons and his fear skyrocketed. This wasn't a situation he knew and could predict. The smell of rot only increased his unease. He froze up, assessing, trying to think of a way out of this. The thing spoke, reminding him of it's ties to Kais. The demons from before, or whatever the hell they were. He realized now that because of his sleeping with Kais, he had made himself a target. It was never a good idea to fraternize with someone who was being followed, something Isaiah usually took into consideration. He remembered how he'd found Kais. All the warnings had been there. He should have known better, was usually smarter than that.<br/><br/>Only Kais had been worth the risk, and up until that point had dealt with any issues that came about. He'd kept him safe.<br/><br/>..warded his apartment.<br/><br/>But Isaiah had stepped outside, comfortable with his lack of fear of Dylan. This wasn't Dylan though.<br/><br/><i>Won't get to play with you tonight... </i><br/><br/>It was no comfort to know that they were pressed for time, meant to be delivered right away. The promise of rape hung on this intruders voice and Isaiah's lip curled back in disgust, nausea rising in his gut.<br/><br/>“If you'd have said that earlier, I would have known you weren't Dylan,” Isaiah said. He heard the difference now. He'd never been gullible. Their relationship had been parasitic, both men using one another for their own needs. And their sex hadn't been lousy, at least not for his ex. Isaiah had been the perfect, complying whore Dylan liked, reacting in all the ways he knew got him going. The issues were when they had to tolerate one another beside what their bodies could offer, or when Dylan wanted to include an outside party in their coupling. As was found out, three could be a crowd.<br/><br/>Isaiah didn't argue, nor did he let the insult bother him. If he was trying to fuck with him psychologically, he should have picked a better way. Dylan couldn't reach him and hadn't been able to for a long time. Isaiah was a steely and impenetrable force when it came to letting his feelings be hurt except for one or two deeply rooted sore spots. The real Dylan knew how to hurt him when he wanted to. Isiaha knew better than to count on someone for anything. He had absolutely zero expectations of anyone. Growing up hard had taught him that life lesson.<br/><br/>Isaiah didn't have a choice in leaving with the creature and it knew that. It carried him along with him and he kept his wits about him and his panic under control.<i>Stay sharp. Think</i>. He wouldn't wait around and hope Kais was on his way to save his ass once again. He was frustrated at his own human mortality, but he wasn't out yet. What did they want? To get to Kais in some way, but they didn't want to just kill him. If that was the case they would have painted his innards up and down the hallway already. No, this was a personal attack on Kais and Isaiah knew how they were going to go about it. What they didn't know was that he was stronger mentally than they took into account. This wouldn't break him. He let his own anger bolster him, seething, albeit quietly. He was tossed around like he wasn't any hindrance at all. Tall for a human, not even skinny, but nothing for this demon.<br/><br/>“I don't know what I have to do with any of this, besides the fact that Kais fucks me from time to time.” His words were cold, betraying any true feelings. It probably wouldn't save him from suffering at their hands but he hoped it made them question Kais' and his own emotional investment. If this was worth it, and if Kais was going to come to his rescue. One thing Isaiah was certain of and had promised himself; he wasn't going to call on Kais. No matter what happened.