Re: 15th
Stiles was losing it, but Derek wasn't done with him and he had nothing else on the calendar for...well, forever, but certainly for the evening. He could be patient. So he held on, catching Stiles' arms whenever they slipped out of his hold and lifting Stiles to keep his feet out of the picture.
"So he'd want you to be punished - harmed, beaten, killed instead?" Derek muttered. "Because that's what would've happened a long time ago with any other owner." A part of him was genuinely curious; if Stiles' father would rather his son be dead than a slave, well, that would go a long way in telling Derek more about the struggling human he was holding fast and close.