It was all going well so far untill one of the guards began hitting one of the youngest children in the workhouse. And to Jake's shock he saw a man grabbing the older males arm. It was Michael!
Jake didn't know that the man was here but it all made sense. The people being extremely behaviourable and not harming any of the factory's workers. They were planning on selling all of them to the Myers estate.
Michael seemed angry somehow. 'Is he angry at the man that was about to hit the child?' Jake thought blushing as the long blonde looked his way. Eyes caught in a lustful stare as they both admired each other. It was rather strange for him to already have feelings for someone so soon. But Jake didn't mind as he thought about he got to daydreaming about Michael.
How the man would treat him as if he was everything to him. How he would be so careful and couscouse with him. Jake's mind had also wondered of to a much more lewd and dirty place. What would it be like to have Michael control him. To fill is tired beaten. These thoughts had run throughout his mind as he didn't noticed he was in front of the handsome man.
Michael stared at Jake dropping the frightened man. He walked up to the younger with calculated steps as to not frighten the boy. As they stared into each others eyes they could see some form of life delwelling in them. Like a piece of them that they didn't know was missing had finally been put in its proper place. A piece of their heart belonging to the other.
Everything felt different.
They where different in many ways. As for example their personality and characteristics as well as facial features that express no emotion or just barely any at all. They had their similarities. But it wasn't enough.
What was this?
A sort of chemical reaction of the brain? Or I'd something much deeper? Who knows.
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Working Class
FanfictionMichael Myers is one of the richest names that anyone has ever heard of as that said man had owned more than what anyone could imagine. While Jake Park was a working class citizen where he had nothing but the clothes on his back. As they live in 180...
