Book One- I Don't Understand

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Jack slid the egg omelet off the pan and onto the plate, then, sprinkled some parsley on top of it, Sam doing the same. They each grabbed a fork and walked into the company room. "Oh god," Jack choked, "it reeks of liquor in here!"
Jack placed the food onto the table and so did Sam and they exited the room, going into the kitchen again. Jack crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. "J-Jack.. did you see Mark?"
Jack shook his head.
"He.. he's gone.. I only saw Felix on the couch asleep."
Jack unfolded his arms. "Wait- Mark wasn't in there?"
"No! He's gone!"
"At least that's one less douchebag to deal with."
"Jack, this is bad! Perhaps he went to the bathroom."
Jack scoffed. "What happened to my bad-ass best friend who played with danger and didn't try to stop it?"
Sam's shoulder dropped. "I-I can't talk about it.. Felix he.. he'd kill me."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "What did he do?"
Sam shook her head. "Nothing."
"Well, he did something because you are acting different."
"It's nothing, really."
Jack placed his hands on her shoulders. "Sam.. tell me. Now."
She sighed. "Fine.. but you can't tell him I told you."
Jack nodded. "I promise."
Sam looked around to make sure Felix wasn't listening, nor Mark. "When I woke up.. Felix he.. he-- he began to push me up against walls and just be so fierce with me. He kept calling me baby-girl and kept caressing my ass. I kicked him in the balls since, I'm a smart little bitch but that's not the point. The point is, he was telling me if I mess up, you're getting a worse punishment than me.."
Jack's eyes widened. "He did the same thing to me! Only, shoved me up against the cabinet and bit my ear lobe but he told me the same thing."
"Is this a threat, Jack?" Sam asked.
"Well, we're his property now.. we can't really do anything about that."
Sam sighed. "Yeah.. you're right."
A cough made them whirl around and see Mark leaning against the doorframe. "Where's my food?" he ordered.
Sam stared him in his eyes. "In he living room ye cunt. Go fuckin' get it bitch."
Jack smirked. Damn, there's my Sam I know and love, he thought.
Mark advanced and went right in front of her face, his breath reeking of Jack Daniels. "Don't back talk me, slave."
She pushed the drunk Mark off her and grabbed his ear, making him yelp in pain and stagger to keep up with her. Sam threw him onto the couch. "Now you can eat your damn food, fat-ass."
She walked back to Jack and gave him a hug. "You really didn't mean it when you called him fat, did you? He's fuckin' toned."
Sam giggled. "Meh. He may be toned, but, he's still a little bitch-boy."