Jack and Sam were rocking on the porch swing, Sam laying on his lap. Jack twirled her hair around his finger as they began to chat and gossip about Felix and Mark. Sam lay with one leg flat against the seat of the swing and other bent where her knee was in the air. Jack had both feet planted on the porch wood floor and was rocking the two of them back and forth. "Jack, what do you think Fuck-Face and Mother-Fucker want us to do next?" Sam joked, making the two giggle.
"Scrub the toilets?"
"Do the dishes?"
"Laundry?"
"Cook?"
"Shop?"
Jack laughed. "The list is gonna keep on going, Sam. It's no use to sit here and list all of them for three hours." As if on cue, Felix yanked the front door open, walking over to Jack and Sam. "Get up," he demanded.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, Master."
Jack got up after her and walked inside. The door slammed shut behind them, making Jack jump. Felix sat them down in the dining room, Sam and Jack in seats beside each other and Felix and Mark across form them. Jack slyly held Sam's hand under the table as Mark and Felix began to speak. "Today, we are going to a clothes store. The only way to get in is if we have our slaves with us."
Jack sighed through his nose, silently.
"We are going to need you two to be on your best behavior or you'll get it when we come back home," Felix said, eyeing Jack.
"What does this shopping trip got to do with us," Sam asked.
"You're our way to get in," Mark said. "You will be in whatever clothes you wish, but, you are to not talk. At. All."
Sam nodded, respectfully.
Jack gave her hand a small squeeze. "How will they know we are your slaves and not just people you found off the side of the road and am using as hostages just to get in?"
Felix smirked. "You just told me the next topic of this conversation, Jackie. The way they will know is simple. Mark and I are gonna.. well, make some evidence that show you're ours."
Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. "And how are you gonna do that?"
Mark leaned forward in his chair. "Ever heard of a 'brand'?"
Jack smirked. "Are you talking about Nutella or Cocoa Cola or Secret?"
Sam giggled.
Mark sighed, annoyed. "No, smart-ass. I mean like using an object to brand your skin to prove you are ours."
Sam's face twisted into one of disgust. "There is NO way you're serious."
Felix smirked. "Oh. We are dead serious."
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Book One- I Don't Understand
Fanfiction|COMPLETED| Jack paced back and forth, waiting for Sam to come back. Mark looked at him and sighed. "Calm down." "CALM DOWN," Jack yelled. "Yes. Calm down." Jack threw his hands in the air. "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I AM NOT YOU SLAVE AND NEITH...
