Isaac froze, feeling horribly empty again as Derek stopped and pulled from his body. He should have expected it, but it just made it harder to force the words to come again.
"At the slave night," he said, biting back the sobs that threatened to come.
"There was a man there. We started dancing, and I think he had been drinking, and... my other Master always said I was a whore, Sir. I must be!"