Issac was still trying to wrap his head around these past six months. Even more accurately around the past five and a half months when his so called "friends" kidnapped him from his homeland. They took him here. Yeah...he should have known they were bad news. He was fourteen and they were over twenty. That should have sent off a big red flag in his genius IQ. It didn't. It didn't solely because of being a kid in a school full of adults. So he had DESPERATELY been seeking acceptance. He had been seeking and hoping to fit in even though there was such a large age gap with him and the other college students. He had been innocent, naive and gullible. Therefore vunerable to people like Henry and his group of bad boys. They had played him for a fool. Used his youth and his inexperience dealing with others against him. Took an obvious weak point, his desire to fit in, and used it to blindside him completely. They'd taken him along for a wild ride. He hadn't done anything wrong but be a part of their crew.<br/><br/>Next thing he knew he'd been drugged and darkness took over him. When he came to he was on a plane with some fake ID in his pocket. An ID which was later taken. To tell you how indepth these guys had gone in taking him from Ireland...they even took his medical records from the hospital. He had then been trying to accept his new location and college life when...it all unraveled. The guys dragged him around whether he wanted to go or not. They used him as a trade off for getting out of deep shit with a major drug lord. Used his awesome skills in the kitchen to save their asses. That had been an okayish situation til he was traded here two and a half months ago. Now...he was trying to adjust to this new scenario. This whole thing made no sense. How could you make slaves of other people?<br/><br/>He had been able to avoid being violated because they did tests. They had taken his history both from the men and his medical files and given him tests. They asked questions with him attached to a lie detector than asked him what films. He was then asked questions where he proceeded to tell them a play by play of the films. His educational study of those popular pornos saved him from violation. Otherwise...heâ€™d have been forced to endure some special â€œtrainingâ€ and never before had he thanked the stars for being himself. He had been living here for two and a half months. He hated it here. When he made Peebo so heâ€™d have company they took him. Heâ€™d taken broken pieces of metal, paper clips, a pen cap, a discarded battery, some wires, and a few other miscellanious things and made Peebo. He had been his only friend. He was shy and the others didnâ€™t want to talk to him. He didnâ€™t like them either. They made fun of his irish accent.<br/><br/>He sighed as he was dragged to go be looked at. Nobody had wanted the Irish boy yet. He really didnâ€™t care. He hoped if he was picked that they weren't some evil psychopath. He was pulled along as he tended to silently protest this whole thing. Then he stood there, shorter than the other boys, his head hanging down some but not as much as the others. His long lashes hid the fact his gaze was up and studying the newcomers. He watched them. He was very shy and each time he was look at he flushed. He just turned fifteen a few days ago. If he hadnâ€™t he wouldnâ€™t be in this line up. He heard it called that by the blond with coal black eyes. His fingers discreetely twitched and fidgeted. He was having one of his hyper moments. He just wanted to move around but that would get him beat. He picked his battles. This was not one of them. He watched the male as he looked them over. He made sure not to be caught watching. He listened to. He blinked a bit and looked up. His head shot up in surprise when he heard the excited voice.<br/><br/>He jerked his gaze down and hoped he hadnâ€™t been caught. That Rep hated him. He learned why from blond guy. The blond guy with coal eyes was named Luke. He had told him that the Reb hated him because he was not American enough. Well he wasnâ€™t American at all! He had been kidnapped. He had no visa. No US citizenship. He knew some of the cultures in the US because of Luke but a lot of it made him confused. The US was so different from his homeland of Ireland. He bit back humming a celtic ballad. He looked up as he watched the male look at his file. He noted that the never told the guy that he was one of the rare selected not to be touched at all. Heâ€™d never experimented with himself. He had been in the process of exploring others when the whole world came crashing down around him. When the earth split open beneath him and swallowed him whole. Spitting him out in the arms of those devilâ€™s advocates. Stolen away on the breaths of the wind to a land so foreign and unknown. These people seemed Barbaric to a teen who did not grow up in this environment.<br/><br/>Out of the frying pan and into the fire. His cheeks flushed as he lifted his head and studied the male. He yelped but stiffled it quickly when the Rep smacked him on the back of his head. He rubbed the back of his head but he did not stop his obvious studying of the male who was looking between him and the folder. He studied the older male. The older male was notably hot. So he really didnâ€™t understand why he was wasting time looking at him. He was really shocked with those three words he figured would never come his way left the maleâ€™s lips -Iâ€™ll take him.- They seemed to dance and echo around in his mind. He stood there just staring silently at the older male. Stumbling and fell to the floor after flying forwards a bit as another person, an old gentleman of eighty maybe eighty-two years of age, who worked here shoved him forwards. â€œHey! All you had to do was ask!â€ he cried out in a fiesty and opinionated voice. â€œBrutish old American!â€ He cried out in his heavy Irish accent. Pushing himself up. Rosy red from head to toe. He then stood up. He wasnâ€™t happy but he made his way over to the guy who said heâ€™d take him.<br/><br/>He walked over to the dude. Rubbing his eyes and looked at Reb. â€œCan I have Peebo back now? You said I couldnâ€™t have him while I was here. So can I have him back now?â€ He asked in that heavy accent. He tensed seeing the anger but he didnâ€™t forget. The man had said it. He backed up quickly as the man raised an arm to strike him. â€œForget it...Peebo die soon anyways it was only a low grade AA battery powering him anyways with only half life in it.â€ He cried out in that hot blooded irish temperment that flowed through his veins. He rushed behind the guy who picked him. Mumbling a bunch of unhappy Irish terms. He then sighed and calmed just as quickly.  He huffed a bit and began to look at the guy taking him from here again.<br/><br/>He looked away then back at the guy. Falling silent and shyly trying to not get caught studying the older male. His cheeks staying flushed. He wasnâ€™t sure why. The guy was extremely hot. Yet he never really noticed others hotness to the extent he was. Shaking his head and looked away.