"That isn't it!" Stiles said turning to look at Derek because he clearly didn't understand. "I liked doing. God I really liked doing it but what did it mean?" Stiles asked looking at Derek like he had all of the answers. "Do you want to do it again? Do you want it all the time? Do you want Isaac to fuck me? Do you want to do it with me and another slave? Am I suppose to act like Isaac? Why haven't you gotten me to wear a plug all the time like him? You loved that he was all ready and open but I wasn't. I had to be worked open and I didn't know what to do. Isaac did though. He knew exactly what you wanted and what to do. God damn, Derek, I am never going to be like Isaac because even when I try, I fail." Stiles ran a hand through his hair and gave it a tug. "I am never going to be a good slave and you are going to realize that one day so I thought I should just... stop. Just stop and become a house slave and I don't know how to say any this to you because you think I'm jealous of Isaac, that I hate him, when really I hate myself and how horrible I am at everything. I don't fit in here and I don't fit in the camps. I just don't fit."