Law

Dan is missing

Mark

It was early morning and once again I awoke with a smile on my head face. The warm yellow light of the sun fought against my thin curtains to provide me sight. I laid warm in my bed with the red fluffy covers pulled up all the way to my  nose, only letting my brown eyes being seen.

The soft snore of a certain Irishman sounded next to me. I turned my head to see Seàn asleep. His mouth ajar slightly and his chest falling and rising steadily.

I didn't make a move to wake the man. I instead watched as he slept. Not in a creepy way of course.

I saw the small bags under his eyes that told me that the boy had, had a rough sleep last night. His hands that cuddled each other to his side were soft and warm. I gently reached out my hand to slightly brush against his finer tips.
The boy laid so still that if he were not breathing I would assume he was dead.

I was to busy with my mind clouded by his presence, that I hadn't noticed Jack had opened his eyes.

" Like what you see master?" He playfully asked.

For the first time I smiled at the nickname he gave me after every sentence. The name has morphed from a formality to a playful 'pet' name. I quite enjoyed the small joy when he said the name. Compared to the flat emotionless tone he once gave.

I held his right bend in mine. His skin was warm and smelt of rain. Something I'd always loved.

" I would be lying if I said that I didn't" I mumbled back at him, playing with his finger tips.

A saw a small blush creep across the leaves face. Jack rolled his slightly and moved his legs. Probably trying to wake them up. He did sleep with them tucked onto his chest often.

A soft knock to the door interrupted our waking up phase. I rolled over to see that the door had reminded shut. I let go of Seàns hands. I herd as the slave rolled over and pretended that he was asleep.

It had become a common notion to play the roles of Master and Slave around eachother. We had both become good actions. Jack was exceptionally good at pretending to be scared. My ordering low tone also helped to enhance my role as well.

" What?" I snapped at the door.

The door opened and Amy strolled in timidly. Her same frame held a drink bottle and some forms that were probably for me.

" Energy shake that I've noticed you drink every morning" She addressed as she set it down on the table.

I wiped my hand over my face as I sat up. Throwing the sheets to the side I yawned.

" That's Jacks job" I stated.

I saw a small glint of fear in Amy's eyes. She probably thought she did nothing wrong. In actual fact I didn't mind.
But I probably was meant to mind.

" It's fine, what are those files?" I questioned.

Amy smiled at my kind tone and glanced down at them. Her face screwed up in confusion.
" I'm not sure I had a delivery guy send them to me. They're international mail, I'm not sure what they came from" She said.

The white envelope was handed to me and I accepted it. Slipping my glasses on from the night stand to read the file name.

International mail
Confidential

I shrugged and decided I would read them later. I set the paper on the table and picked up my drink.

" What's on the table today?" I asked as I got up and walked over to my dresser.