Consciousness slammed into him out of nowhere, his breaths coming out in choking gasps. The tail end of a sharp buzz was shooting through his body, leaving him completely spent. Isaac's chin rested down against his chest, the idea of lifting his head more exhausting than he could imagine. Nothing was worth the effort it would take to look at his surroundings. Even if there was someone standing in front of him with a sword, ready to bisect him at his middle. He was just too tired.

"Isaac," Stiles said, in a breathy moan. Well, that would do it. Isaac snapped his head up, meeting the eyes of the boy he was trying to protect. Stiles was a few feet in front of him, strapped to a chair. He looked mostly intact, just a thin line of blood trickling down from an already clotted cut in his eyebrow.

"Are you okay?" Isaac asked, trying to search out any hidden injuries. Stiles snorted, but in a less annoyed, more fond way than Isaac was used to when it came to him. He wasn't sure how he felt about their situation if Stiles felt the need to be nice to him.

"I'm fine," Stiles answered, softening his voice for his next words. "I don't think I can say the same for you." Isaac followed Stiles eyes as they looked above him, noticing his position for the first time. He was hanging from his wrists, handcuffs secured to what looked like the bottom rung of a ladder. There were rivulets of blood flowing down his arms where the harsh metal was cutting into his delicate flesh, his weight pulling him down painfully. He tried to grab the rung, to give his wrists a reprieve, but the chains holding him were just too long.

Isaac gave up on that for now, moving his eyes lower to see what else was happening to him. There wasn't much else to see, until he got down to his feet. They weren't touching the ground, which he had already been able to tell, but there was something secured around his ankles. He couldn't really get a good look at it, due to his jeans being in the way, but he could see there were wires connected to them, leading somewhere behind him. Isaac twisted to try to see where they led, but it only made his head pound from the effort.

"What is that?" Isaac mumbled, resting his head against one of his arms. He was pretty sure he already knew, thanks to his rude awakening, but he needed to be sure. Knowing the whole situation could help them in the long run.

"Oh, I think you know," the woman from earlier said, stepping into the middle of the room. Isaac hadn't even heard her approach. He was such a shitty wolf. Stiles was glaring daggers at her and it made Isaac smile a little. He may not be big and strong, but he had heart. But that heart had to get him into trouble sooner or later.

"What do you want? And who even are you?" Stiles snapped, struggling to get free of his bonds. He was strapped down tight though, duct tape wrapped around his arms from wrist to elbow and ankle to knee. There was even a good amount wrapped around his middle, securing him to the back of the chair. He wasn't getting out of that without help.

"The who isn't important right now. What I want is some information," the woman said, walking around to where Isaac couldn't see her. His anxiety ratcheted up, not being able to see what was coming. He kept his eyes on Stiles, watching for any change in his demeanor that could possibly give him a clue.

"Information about what?" Stiles ground out, tracking the woman's circuit around the room.

"More like who," the woman said, bumping into his side as she walked back to the middle of the room. Isaac started to sway from the force, wincing as the metal shifted further into his wrist. He couldn't do anything to stop it, just waiting for the motion to end on its own. "We have some friends in common and I'd like to know where they are." Isaac and Stiles' eyes snapped back toward each other, twin looks of panic on their faces. The only people they really knew in common were part of their extended pack and people from school. Isaac was pretty sure the woman wasn't referring to some random classmates.

"I think you've got the wrong guys. We only know each other," Stiles quipped, earning himself a slap across the face.

"Hey!" Isaac shouted, swinging a bit from the force of his yell. Leave it to Stiles to have a smart mouth while they were defenseless and completely at the mercy of psychopaths. Isaac was strung up like a dead cow about to be carved and an angry torturer would help no one right now.

"That was your only warning," the woman said calmly, inspecting her nails for any breaks.

"I didn't even say anything bad, like how I think you're a crazy bitch!" Stiles spat, smiling up at the woman in mock innocence. She returned his smile, unsheathing a small blade from her belt. Stiles paled immediately, his eyes locked on the knife. It wasn't much bigger than a standard pocket knife, but it was much sharper. Isaac tried to shout out some sort of protest, but his voice was caught in his throat.

It was a weird sort of relief that flooded through him when she spun suddenly, sinking the blade into his side, all the way to the handle. Stiles shouted in surprise, a look of renewed panic on his face. This just got more real. Isaac glanced down at the object sticking out of his gut, the little piece of metal rising and falling with each of his shaky breaths. It didn't seem to hurt, which was interesting and frightening, all at the same time.

"Boys never learn the first time, so instead of wasting time, I get right to the good stuff," the woman laughed, running her index finger through the blood running down his shirt covered stomach. Isaac twitched a little at her touch, feeling the barest hint of a tickle. She walked over to Stiles, smearing her blood covered finger across his face. A feeling of revulsion flowed through Isaac at the sight of her marking Stiles with his blood.

"What the fuck?" Isaac breathed out, tipping his head back in weariness. All he needed to do was turn. Why couldn't he turn?

"I'm gonna leave you boys alone for a few moments to absorb my last lesson," the woman said, walking back over to stand in front of him. He gave her the most scathing look he could muster, trying not to feel disheartened when she had no reaction to it. He knew he was in no position to do anything, but she could at least have the decency to look a little scared. She reached up to pat his cheek patronizingly, twisting and pulling her knife back out. Okay, that he felt. He couldn't hold back the sudden bark of pain, squeezing his eyes closed. He felt the tears pushing behind his lids as the woman walked away, not bothering to feel embarrassed by them. Isaac tried to focus on anything other than the fire burning in his belly. But there wasn't really anything to distract him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Stiles gasped, sounding near tears himself. Isaac kept his eyes closed, swallowing thickly. "You just gotta turn okay. You turn and we can get out of here."

"Can't," Isaac mumbled, jerking his head down toward his feet.

"Why not?"

"Electricity," Isaac answered. He had known he felt off since he woke up, but he hadn't been able to put his finger on it. Everything about this was wrong, but there was an underlying vibration in his veins that was his constant companion since he'd woken. When he had first woken up due to a jolt, he thought it had been a brief thing, but now he knew. Derek had explained the effects of different levels of electricity after he'd been bitten, another one of the lessons he tried to teach his Betas. He knew how certain voltages could affect a wolf, and so did the people who had them. As long as those cuffs stayed on his ankles, there would be no turning for him.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Stiles muttered, increasing his useless efforts to get free.

"Shit is right and you're deep in it boys," the woman agreed, gliding back into the room. She wasn't alone this time, flanked by a giant of a man. Isaac was tall, even taller after being strung up above the ground like this, but this man was massive. He easily dwarfed Isaac by four inches, even in this position. "I'd like you to meet my friend."

"Does your friend have a name?" Stiles asked, his words coming out shaky. The man just cracked his knuckles loudly, the sound reverberating around the space.

"Only the friends that know him intimately get to know his name. Would you like to get to know him?" the woman asked, smirking at Stiles' audible gulp.

"Nope, I'm good," Stiles mumbled, looking anywhere besides the eyes of the behemoth. Isaac had a feeling he'd be getting to know the man soon enough.

"I'm so glad to hear that," the woman said in mock relief. She tipped her head toward the man and he walked to stand behind him. Isaac tensed, feeling the man's presence way too close to him. He felt a whine building in the back of his throat, but tamped down on it. He couldn't roll over and expose his soft underbelly so soon into this.

"Please, come on. We don't know anything. We were just having fun, exploring old buildings. I promise we won't say anything," Stiles said, trying to reason with the woman. Isaac was impressed by his ability to stay calm in this situation. Isaac didn't even trust his own voice right now.

"Why do you keep lying? Don't you know how much it hurts my feelings?" she pouted, gesturing to the man. "I guess you need another lesson." A crackling sound was all the warning he got before his body was stiff and frozen, all his muscles cramped and strained from the assault of the electricity. His teeth clamped down on his tongue, immediately filling his mouth with blood. But there was nothing he could do about it now, paralyzed in this world that only consisted of him and pain. It felt like it went on forever before the dial was switched back down, going again to the low setting that felt like heaven at this point. Isaac's limbs were twitching with aftershocks, the blood in his mouth dribbling down his chin.

"Is he okay? Are you okay?" Stiles sobbed, rattling around in his seat. Isaac couldn't force his body to move, to look up to show the frightened teen that he was okay. If you could call it that.

"M'kay," Isaac mumbled, his voice barely carrying across the small space. He could just fall asleep, just for a few minutes. Maybe this was all a dream and he'd wake back up in the train depot, or even back in the loft, safe and sound. A bucket of ice water was splashed onto his face, making him jerk back to full consciousness. Isaac spluttered and coughed on the water that made its way into his mouth, trembling from a mixture of anger, pain, and cold. This sucked. At least when he was in the freezer, he was left alone.

"Let's get down to business, shall we?" the woman suggested, as if they had any say in the matter. Stiles had his lips pursed, forcing himself to keep any smart remarks to himself, now that he knew Isaac would bear the brunt of the anger. "I've been looking for a couple guys for a while now. Need to get a little payback for what they did to a friend. Unfortunately, they seem to have scurried away like the little rats they are, hiding off in a hole somewhere. Now, I could find them, if I put in the effort, but imagine my surprise when a couple of their packmates just so happen to wander onto my turf. You've made my job so much easier!"

"I'm not in any pack. I'm just a human," Stiles denied, flinching back when the woman pointed an angry finger at him.

"A human who sure knows an awful lot about werewolves. A human who's chosen to go against their own kind and lie down with dogs. I should skin you alive for that kind of betrayal," the woman sneered, gripping Stiles' jaw so he couldn't look away. "Choices have consequences."

"But you choosing to torture someone is okay?" Stiles spat, trying to wriggle out of her grasp. She chuckled, moving around behind him to drape herself over his shoulders.

"Oh baby, you ain't seen torture yet. But you will," she laughed, signalling to the lurking giant. Isaac felt a hand crawl up his arm, gripping one of his fingers and snapping it with a vicious twist. Isaac moaned, feeling the pain shoot down his arm before it settled in his hand.

"Please stop!" Stiles begged.

"These are the rules," the woman said, ignoring Stiles as if he hadn't spoken. "I'm gonna ask you a question and if you don't answer it, tall, pale, and canine over there will get a bone broken. Since I'm feeling nice today, we'll start with fingers. But if you piss me off, we'll move to some more significant areas of the body. Any questions?"