Isaac wanted to plead his case, as Stiles was, and to defend the other slave. Isaac was too submissive sometimes, but that didn't mean that Stiles had tricked him. It hasn't been like that. Isaac wanted to say all of this, but found that he couldn't.
His body slid bonelessly off of the bed, falling to his Master's feet. He laid straight out on his belly in supplication. It was one of the few things his old Master had taught him that was of any worth.
"Please Sir, don't send me... us, away from you," he begged, his forehead against the floor.