Book One- I Don't Understand

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Mark walked over and slapped Jack across the face, smiling and then walking into the company room. Felix bent down to Jack's level, pinning his hands above his head against the counter cabinet. "Remember what I told you. I'm the one who controls you. Not the other way around. Mess up, you'll be messing up both you and Sam. You'll get a punishment, but, the other will get a far more worse one. Am. I. Clear?"
Jack narrowed his eyes and then sighed. Felix slapped him again. "DO NOT RESPOND TO ME WITH A SIGH. YOU REPLY WITH 'YES MASTER'."
Jack closed his eyes and rolled them before opening them again to look at Felix. "Yes, Master. I understand,"he mumbled. Felix stood up, smirking.
"Good. I'm going to go get Samantha."
Jack's eyes widen. That's Sam's real name? he thought. It's so gorgeous! Shaking his head he nodded at Felix. Jack stood up off the ground and went into the fridge, taking out an egg carton, milk, pepper and salt. He then went to the pantry and received some parsley and cheese. Jack went to the stove and took out a pan and grabbed the cooking oil on top of the counter. The label read: Cooking Oil - Made From Pickled Vegan Olives
He spread it around the pan with a spatula and turned on the flame. Then, there was the sound of heels smacking the hardwood floor behind him. He turned around and saw Sam rubbing her bicep, leaning on her left leg, blushing. Her bandages were off her arm, the sleeves covering any sign of the forming scabs. She walked toward Jack, head low. He curled a finger under her chin, lifting it to be looking into her eyes. "You look beautiful, Sam."
Sam's face flushed. "They made me wear it. I hate it since I can't wear my piercings or my black clothes."
"At least you have a black vest and black thigh high boots."
"Y-Yeah.."
Felix went into the kitchen and pulled Jack's hair, making him turn to face him. Sam staggered back into the counter as Jack's face scrunched in pain at the sudden pull. "Why aren't you cooking?" He demanded. Jack tried to speak but couldn't with the grip Felix had on his hair. Sam's face turned to an angry shade of red. "LET. HIM. GO."
Felix turned to Sam, gripping Jack's hair harder, making Jack yell in pain, "STOP!"
Mark entered the room and saw Felix pulling in Jack's hair and the pain he was in. "F-Felix? That's too hard! Let them get back to work."
Felix turned to Jack and released his hair, him falling to the floor beside Sam. His face was relaxed and scalp throbbing. Sam rested his head onto her lap, frowning up at Felix. "Don't. Touch. Him," she said, through grit teeth. Felix just smirked and left with Mark to the company room. "Better get our food cooked, slaves," he called. Jack stood up and went back to work on the stove. "Wanna help?" he asked Sam, sweetly. She nodded and went over to him, beginning to stir the eggs inside the pan as they cooked.
Jack went and got out two plates and another pan, oiling it up, too. "Add half into mine," he said. Sam nodded and poured half the amount of eggs in her pan into Jack's. He began to cook those, making the work process go by two times quicker. Jack and Sam scooted closer together, hips touching. They blushed and interlocked fingers, placing their hands in front of them so Felix and Mark couldn't see what they were doing.
"I-I love you Jack," Sam said.
"I love you more, Sam."