"Yep," He said with a smirking, untieing them, so they dropped to the floor. With a grin, he began to push them towards the hall and to their room/cell.

As he was pushed he growled and started to take care of the tape. I made him whimper as some of his hair were pulled out but there was no way he would be loosing such a big meal. Bad situation or not he didn't plan on starving to death. Very miserable way to die.

Soon they were locked in their cell, trapped together again. Dick reached up, and also took off the tape, glad to be able to breath easier again. "Mmmm," He moaned, smelling the scent of fried ham, fresh salad, plain tomato soup, and cheese cake. But the asshole only gave them one plate and one fork to use.

Jack sat down and smiled at four big plastic bottles of water that were standing in the corner. He ignored the food for now and started to drink. As it was half empty he paused to take a breath.
"So good..", he sighed softly.

"I want one," He said, grabbing a water bottle and drinking it quickly.

"Feels good, huh? I think we are dehydrated.. not only hungry.. I wonder how much time passed..", he said softly, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Who knows," He said, eyeing the food. "We only have a fork, mind sharing?"

"Well... there's a knife as well.. I can use that if you want..", he muttered, shrugging.

"You can't eat with just a knife. Besides, we'll share," He said, taking a piece of the salad and bringing it to Jack's lips.

Jack blushed a bit and then take what was on the fork. He then smiled softly to Richard, not even realising that he done that.