Jasper wakes up in a bed with white pillows and sheets damp with sweat, his chest heaving, and he tries to calm down, taking deep breathes. Once he calms down and wipes his forehead, he throws the sheets off of him, getting out of bed. Jasper takes a good look around, taking in the dark brick room with only the bed, an oak nightstand with a single dim lamp, and a wooden chair that sits to a small window. He snorts to himself, thinking, ‘Well, this is homey.’

Jasper sighs, taking a seat on the chair and looks out the window, getting bored by the minute. He stares out the window for quite a while until two officers march into the room, ordering him to come with them, and he begrudgingly complies, seeing as he has no other choice for now. They lead Jasper to another place, pushing him inside, and this time it only has a table and two chairs. The officers aggressively gesture for him to sit down, he does, and they leave him alone to wait again

Jasper waits very tensely, steeling himself for the harsh investigation that would surely test him. He didn’t wait long as an older officer comes in, presumingly to be the head officer of this branch, and sits across from the submissive seat, staring at him intently with his chin resting on his laced-together fingers. Jasper squints his eyes, arms crossed,

“Well?” The older man sits up straight, “This will go a lot smoother if you would just cooperate with us.” He chuckles, shaking his head,

“Please. Like I would cooperate with people like you.” The older head officer gives the thief a hard look,

“I’m going to ask you questions, and you will answer them truthfully.” Jasper glares at him, rolling his eyes,

“Fine, but I won’t promise that I will give you real answers from me.” The head officer shakes his head, picking up a clipboard with the questions on it and leaves through it,

“So, the first question. Ah, this is a simple one. What is your name?” He pretends to think about it, tapping a finger on his chin in thought,

“Hmm…. Billy does ring a bell.” The older officer raises a brow, giving him a skeptical look,

“You wouldn’t happen to be lying to me, would you?” Jasper plays innocent, laying a hand on his chest and flutters his eyelashes,

“I have no idea what you mean.” The older head officer lets out a deep, slow breath, trying to remain patient with the caught thief,

“What is your real name?” He groans, leaning back in his chair, “Fiiine. My real name is Jasper, happy?” The older officer nods, writing that information down,

“Very. Now, how old are you?” Jasper gives a fake gasp, pretending again to be offended,

“You know it’s rude to ask people their age.” The head officer grunts impatiently, tapping his pencil against the table,

“Just answer the question.” His face scrunched up in annoyance, “Well, if you really want to know, I’m twenty two.”

The older head officer writes that down too, firing questions about the young, thief, and he reluctantly until it came to questions about his fellow thieves, he keeps silent about them. Jasper’s face becomes suddenly seriously, leaning forward,

“Listen, buddy; I won’t tell you a thing. I’m no snitch.” The head officer sighs heavily, putting down the clipboard and rubbing the bridge of his nose,

“Looks like we are done, then, thank you for your cooperation.” He gets up, taking his clipboard with him as he leaves.

The older officer walks the walks until he stops at the door, heading inside, and the room itself only had a big table with a bunch of chairs around it. Some of the officers who were occupying chairs were doing activities like smoking, playing solitaire, and reading a magazine. The one smoking office glances at his boss, blowing out a cloud of smoke,

“So, how did it go? The elderly officer slumps down on a chair, dragging a hand down his face,

“As well as you’d expect.” The guy reading a magazine laughs, turning the page,

“Yeah, that kid seems like a real firecracker.” The solitaire playing officer gives a small laugh,

“Ha! No kidding. We should bring in the big guns, see what they want to do with him." Everyone agreed with him, all of them knowing who better to take care of a rouge submissive than the most powerful dominates in town.