Law

Mat

Mark and Jack had been playing video games for what seemed like hours. For the first time in what seemed like forever, they were together and they were having fun. There were no problems and there were no threats.

At least not right now.

Right now they both sat on a couch each with a controller, trying to outdo one another at PUBG.

" At the left! The left! They're rushing from the left!" Mark almost screamed as he was taken down by the zombies.

Jack then almost threw his controller in frustration as he was killed seconds later. He leant back on the soft couch and sighed. Crossing his arms and pouted like a child.

" Damn we always get killed early these days" Jack stated.

Mark chuckled and leant back into the couch with Jack. The slave couldn't help but check the time on the small clock on the wall. He sighed when he found he only had an hour left here.

Mark had, had fun with Jack and he didn't want that fun to end. He wanted to sit next to Jack and to laugh with him and play games with him. He wanted to tell Jack about how every second was hell without him.

" An hour" Mark almost whispered.

It was enough for Jack's to head and glance at the time as well. His eyes fell sad as he saw that it was true.
They only had an hour left together.

Mark winced as he moved to sit up, his back and legs hurt, not mention his behind from last night. Jack noticed this and encouraged him to sit down by pushing him down by his chest. But the green haired man stopped when he felt, wounds protruding out from the longe sleeved cotton shirt.

Jacks eyes flicked up to Marks, who's looked down in shame. The taller man gently took Jacks hand off him and held it in his.

" They're from Nate?" Jack questioned.

Mark nodded his head softly, his washed hair falling everywhere.
" It doesn't matter" he spoke.

Jack stood as Mark sat up straight.
" No I want to know" He pleaded.

Mark almost gave in to a tone that strangely sounded like an order. But he didn't. Instead he let Jacks hand go only to cross his arms over himself protectively.

" It's really fine Jack" Mark assured half heartedly, still averting his eyes from the boy above him.

Jack shook his head not angrily of course. He just wanted to know if Mark was okay, if he had to use first aid on his injuries.

" No I want to see" Seàn requested, stepping back to give Mark space.

Mark sighed and stood up, he didn't have the mental capability to argue with anyone anymore. His mind forced him to do what he was told, he simply couldn't protest. So the man reached down and took his shirt of slowly, making sure not to agitate his injuries.

Jacks frown only increased as he saw array of bruises and cuts. Hands prints of discoloured skin on his arms and his sides. More hickeys on his collar bones then clear skin.

" Mark" He whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

As tears sprang to Seàn's eyes he made the small mistake of reaching out to touch a scar on Mark's now paled chest. The slave met his hand with his own, preventing Jack from touching him. The man couldn't bare anyone else touching him. Not now. Not ever.

" I'm sorry" Jack said.

Mark shook his head again while Sean's hand retracted and he let it go. The slave then pulled his shirt on again. He didn't make eye contact with him, it would be to painful.