Isaac bit his lip, but couldn't help the little yelp that escaped his lips as the open palm stung his backside. Isaac lets his head fall back against the bars and there it is. He was going to be bought. Yet another round of abuse coming his way. He knows he should respond, and yet him mouth wasn't working. There was nothing else he could do. He was going to be taken back to the Alpha and would end up being his sexual toy or punching bag for them and his pack, whatever they consist of. Fuck. He looked up at the ceiling and blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill.