Law

Trust and understanding

Edited

Mark ordered for Seàn to follow him to the front door. The slave himself held his side, the throbbing pain from both his face and his ribs hurt so much he nearly began to limp. Jack sighed internally, Mark was stronger then he thought he ever could be.

Mark opened the front door to be met with two buff men in police uniforms. One shorter and younger, the other appearing to be a senior. Each eyed him with caution and suspicion.

" How can I help you officers?" Mark asked, accidentally letting himself sound angry towards them.

Both officers glanced at each other, communicating through their eyes. Whether that was good or bad, Mark didn't know.

" Where here to check up on slave Daniel Howell" the taller one said, his voice unusually deep.

Mark turned around and glared at Jack.
" Go get the other one!" Mark spat, making sure not to call Dan by his name around other people.

" Y-Yes master" Jack stuttered out, fear apparent in his voice.

The slave turned, tripping slightly and ran off to fetch Dan.

Mark turned back to the officers smiling slightly. Suddenly his phone dinged and he got it out to check his text, slightly turning away from the officers.

" At least we know he's taking care of one. That slave was scared" Mark herd the smaller, younger one whisper to his partner.

Soon enough Jack returned with Dan at his side. Even Mark was surprised to see deep bruises on Dans jawline and arms. Small cuts presented themselves on his neck as well.

The officers asked Dan to step outside for a moment. Mark nodded after Dan looked at him to ask permission. Mark and Seàn stepped aside to let Dan out.

" Master-" Jack started.

Without looking the model replied coldly.

"Well talk about it later".

Mark looked out his front door to see that Dan was being interrogated by the police. The lanky man was ordered to lean against the hood of their vehicle. While the older officer asked questions, writing something down in his notepad every so often.

Seàn's head bowed down, his crystal eyes trailing to the floor. As he stared at the polished wood, his mind wondered.
What would Mark do to him?
How would they talk about it later?
What would Jack do now?

" Jack!" Mark snapped.

The slave snapped his head up to attention to see that the front door had been closed. Dan stood timidly near it. While Mark still glared at Jack.

" M-Master?" Jack questioned.

Mark didn't say anything at first. But turned to Dan instead.

" Dan, please go out with Amy. Get take away and eat your portion there" Mark said politely.

Dan nodded and turned to get Amy. But stopped as he saw how scared Jack looks. The port Irishmen was shaking were he stood, tears threatening to spill over at any moment.
Dan took a chance and moved towards Mark, the slave leant into whisper something in his ear.

" He's been through a lot. Don't go to hard on him, please?" Dan whispered.

Mark looked up to Dan as he pulled away. His brown eyes softened as he looked into the pain of Dan.

Dan was right, Jack has been through so much. That doesn't change that he did something wrong. But that doesn't deserve another trauma in his memories.