Wait a second, he lives alone! WHAT THE HELL

It was... It was... who was it?

Wait.

Wait a second!

Isaac lived alone!

ALONE

WHAT THE HELL.

Isaac leapt up from his bed and tried throwing on the skirt before the door suddenly swung open.

"I've got him." the woman said into a radio.

"Like Hell!" Isaac shot back and pushed past her into the main room of the house.

"Don't try to run! I'm faster!" the woman quickly spun around and grabbed him by the waist, tackling him to the floor as he tried to run with his huge balls.

"God fucking--" he started before a swift hit knocked him out.

Isaac woke up tied to one of his kitchen chairs.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he asked frantically.

"Sir, please, calm down." she replied, holding up a hand. The woman was dressed in typical all-black tactical gear. Her eyes obscured by black sunglasses, and her black hair up in a tight bun.

"You break into my house, and tie me up, and tell me to fucking calm down??" Isaac struggled against the ropes, then realized this woman knew her knots.

"Yes. Anyway. You seem to have been exposed to a certain something last night, and my people want to... help you." she smiled slightly

"Help me.. how?"

"Well, we'd try to get you back to normal, but in the mean time, they'd like the run some tests." The woman maintained facing Isaac, though he couldn't see her eyes, so no telling what she was looking at. He felt like a slab of prized meat at the moment.

"What kinds of tests?" Isaac squirmed uncomfortably.

"Taking samples, analyzing them. You'd be treated well, and probably taken care of real well if they can't cure you." she continued.

"Then why tie me up and break into my house?"

"Would you have listened to me? Even came to the door if I had knocked?" the woman asked

"Alright..." Isaac shrank a little