Three Way Relationship

17 - This Isn't A Job; Its Your Life

Justin's POV

"I like my food, that means I want 50 potatoes. So peel the potatoes, and hand them to the cook. You've got fourty minutes." Master ordered Zeke and I around.

We were handed small peelers and sat facing each other.

Josh was in the room, awaiting some sort if punishment because he wasn't cooperating.

Literally, he just looked dead. There was no movement, no blinking...

He was still breathing, but nothing.

He was gone in a way.

Zeke and I were quiet as we peeled the potatoes.

We were exhausted, but we did what we had to do.

"Shit." Zeke cursed. I looked to see he cut his finger.

He sighed.

"You okay?" I mumbled, biting my bottom lip.

"No." Zeke chuckled coldly, "Fucking hell." He growled, dropping a peeled patato into the bowl between us.

I looked down, continuing to peel the potato in my hands.

"He's probably gonna kill Josh, you know?" Zeke sighed.

I frowned, "We dont know that..."

"Of course we fucking do. Josh looked already dead, and its our first day. Face it, he's either getting fucked or killed." Zeke spat.

I swallowed, feeling uncomfortable.

"And we're next." Zeke mumbled.

I stayed quiet, deciding not to argue, because fuck, he was probably right.

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"I want you to wear these, they're shit, just like you." Master laughed as he handed Zeke and I rags.

I pulled on the rag shirt, and cut up sweat pants that had holes over the leg part.

Zeke's clothing was almost identical to mine, though his sweats were black, and mine were grey.

"There's a pile of drugs on this table." Master said, pointing to a table in the room, covered with crystal rock looking things.

I swallowed.

"I'm going to show you both how to weigh and seperate them into single servings. Now sit." He ordered.

We sat across from each other and watched as our Master put a certain amount of crystals onto a weighing dish, and wrote down the number it weighed.

He explained to us he wanted it to be a certain amount and that if we messed up, he would happily chop our fingers off.

We carefully began doing what he was doing, putting a certain amound into clear money bags.

Zeke glanced at me once our Master left.

"He's a drug dealer, so he's serious about chopping our fingers off..." Zeke muttered.

"Stop freaking me out." I growled, hating how every time Zeke made a comment, it made me scared and worried.

"Well I'm only telling the truth, Justin. There's no point denying it." Zeke shrugged.

"My hands hurt...." I mumbled, glancing at my hands.

"So will your fingers if you mess up." Zeke sighed.