Jacks pov
I sit on the couch, Mark in my lap. I pet behind his ears, him letting out low purrs from his throat. I think he was taking a nap, hard to tell honestly. I focus my attention back on the TV, Rick and Mortie was on after all.
(I hope I spelled that rite or else Im ganna get fucked by a lot of people)
Mark suddenly started screaming and thrashing his arms around frantically. What the hell is happening!? "Mark!" I shout, but to no avail. I pushed him off my lap befor he could hurt me.
I rush to pull out my phone and quickly call Ace. After a few minutes of ringing, they picked up. "Yeah J-" "SOMETHINGS HAPPENING TO MARK!" I yell. "What?! Whats happening!?" Ace shouts. "I DONT KNOW, HES SCREAMING AND THRASHING AROUND IN HIS SLEEP! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" I yell, Marks screams most likely heard in the back ground.
"He's probably having a night terror, you either have to try wake him up or calm him down!" Ace shouts. "HOW!?" I panic. (At the disco...I'll go home) "I dont know, just try something! I cant do anything right now!" Ace shouts and hangs up.
I drop my phone, not caring about damage and ran over to the screaming Mark. I had to stop his swinging arms or I'd get punched. I frantically grab his wrists, but man this guy was strong. Even when I held him, he still thrashed and kicked.
"Mark! Please calm down! Its only me, its just Jack!" I said. Marks fast breaths slowed as his screams turns to lil pleads and his thrashing stopped. "See? Its okay, your safe." I softly say. His teary (?) eyes open and I smiled down at the now open brown eyes.
"Jack?" Mark ask timidly. I nod. "What happend? Why am I on the floor?" He looks around confused. "You had a night terror." I said. "Night terror? Whats that?" He asks, eyes back on me. "I dont actually know, but you started screaming and thrashing out of no where." I say.
Marks tail and ears droop. "Oh, I'm sorry Jack." Mark said. "Hay, its not your fault. You obviously have no idea why or when you had a night terror." I say. We sat on the floor for like that a minute or two, in just an very awkward silence.
"Do you remember seeing anything?" I ask. Marks eyes look up at me, then back down. "I do remember one thing..." He said. I hum. "M-my old master." He says, tears threatening to fall. "Who was he?" I ask, concern and anger pumping through my vains. Mark shivered slightly.
"H-his name is Aiden Anderson, and hes 30 years old." Mark starts. I feel sick when he tells me the mans 30 years, even though Im 27. "H-he would h-hurt me and me and make him drink his milk. I never liked his milk, it was always salty and cold." Mark explains.
"His milk?" I ask. "Yeah, it was nasty and sometimes it made me choke." Mark pouts. "What do you mean his milk?" I ask again, still confused. "Y'know, the milk thats comes from there." Mark said, point to my clothed crotch. My face heats up.
I feel so much disgust, I wanted to find this Aiden guy and beat em t' death. He's sick! I let a low growl leave my throat. I carefully embrace Mark, causing him to yelp. "Mark, I promise, I will never let him hurt you ever again, your safe here." I say.
"Promise?" Mark whispered.
"Promise." I whisper back.
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FUUCCCKKKK IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS
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