Diyu (Part 3 of 3) (NSFW)

(WARNING! Foreshadowing of threesome, beginnings of intercourse, Uncle Bill, and probably some other really confusing shit)

“Blaise, where’s the toilet paper? There isn’t any in the bathroom.” Dennis quietly listened in on the two women downstairs. He patiently sat at the edge of the bed, waiting.

“It’s under the sink!”

“What?”

Blaise repeated herself, louder this time. “Look under the sink! I think that’s where I put it!”

Taking a glance behind him, he found admiration in noticing the bed was actually two small ones pushed together.

“Now, that’s interesting,” he said to himself as he pressed a hand in between the mattresses.

…

Horse-Face could only hope he’d gotten most of it out of his system. He quietly thanked whoever designed the house for putting a bathroom nearby.

Bill could be heard outside on the front lawn, loudly propositioning the mailbox. Apparently the drugs had yet to properly exit his system. Or he somehow took more on his way downstairs.

Crawling back to the room, he was stopped by the pair of feet in front of him:

“So did you mark him the way I wanted you to?” With heaving breaths, Horse-Face looked up at them and nodded. “Good boy! Looks like we got all the bases covered, then. Come on, let’s fuck around this town before we go back to headquarters.”

They turned to leave the room. Instead of descending the stairs, however, they took a spot in front of a nearby window.

“But first, let’s watch this trainwreck unfold.” Getting to his feet, Horse-Face reluctantly joined their side. “Hoo, this is better than cable TV.”

Deciding he needed to ask, he turned to them, trying to find the right words.

“Shouldn’t we mark the others?”

They looked at him like he’d just admitted he had six eyes. “Nah. He’s good enough. Once it takes effect, the others should follow like dominoes.

“And besides: You want to waste that much of your own blood on something so redundant? I’d say you keep yourself as intact as possible.”

Then they returned to watching Bill, watching as he angrily swung the now detached mailbox into the ground. The whole time, he was incoherently shouting about Adventure Time.

“This isn’t funny. I think that man needs help-” Horse-Face was cut off before fully voicing his concern.

“And even if he had it given to him, you think he’d take it?” Then came a loud sigh and raspberry. “Ah, you just got to take the fun out of everything, don’t you? Well, come on. Let’s go.”

…

Dennis was a bit stunned at the sight in front of him now.

Seeing Blaise shirtless, he’d become familiar with. It was when she was joined by her roommate that he wasn’t used to.

“Hope ya don’t mind that Alma wants to join us tonight. That all right with ya?”

This sudden addition wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Dennis wanted to make sure it was accepted by all parties, though.

“Well, I see no problem with it. But are the both of you ladies fine with it?”

“We are, Dennis,” Alma said as she began removing her own shirt. “I’m the one who suggested it, and she wanted to ask you after I did.”

The last time he’d seen two women shirtless, it had been under far less pleasant circumstances. This scenario was very much something he couldn’t have ever imagined would happen.

But then, he also thought he would still have to remain in the situation he was in before his divorce.

“Anything else the two of you had in mind for this?”

As though she’d been expecting him to ask, Blaise pulled out what was clearly a strap-on. She then sat next to him and let him get a closer look.

“Ya wanna give that a try? Don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Dennis took hold of the device, inspecting it and feeling it over. He then glanced at both women, and then smiled and nodded.

“Well, you only live once!”

…

For whatever reason, the two of them always had at least one spare candle in the bedroom.

Shark often wondered if Sinbad was dedicating a small part of his paycheck just for buying them. Not that he cared right now. It certainly helped set the mood, if anything.

He watched as Sinbad pulled out the familiar tube.

“You’re not almost out, are you? If you are, you can use an alternative…”

Sinbad waved his suggestion off with his free hand, slightly annoyed at what he was implying. “I ain’t smearing Crisco up into your ass, man.”

With that out of the way, Shark then took a deep breath, and tried to relax himself. Closing his eyes, he exhaled as he felt Sinbad’s finger press into him.

Shark reached up to take hold of his fiance’s shoulder. He then stretched his neck to let them share a kiss. He got about halfway before he stopped.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” He couldn’t figure out why himself. All he knew was that a sudden feeling of dread was creeping through him.

…

“Come on, Horsey. This way.” Horse-Face was quiet as he followed his superior to an obscured pond out in the middle of nowhere.

“Are you sure this is where we came to this place by? And I thought we were going to go do other things before going back.”

They shrugged, before adjusting their sunglasses. “We are! I just wanted to make sure I knew the way back, and-”

Abruptly, their speech stopped, and was replaced by a gush of blood. Despite their frantic efforts, the shirt they had on was quickly stained with red.

“Ah, damn. Looks like there’s a change of plans after all. Come on, let’s get going. We’ve been here too long.”

They stopped again. “Hang on, did I leave that letter I was supposed to on the table? Okay yeah, I did. All right, let’s go.”

…

As usual, Amy came home to an empty house. She wanted to visit Jenni again, but the hospital visiting hours were already over.

Sitting down to her table (and taking care not to cause distress to her unborn), she pulled out her portfolio and lamented the still unimpressive inside.

Not wanting to be reminded of her relative inexperience, Amy put it back and instead focused on the stack of letters in front of her. Picking up one she didn’t remember seeing, she opened it and gawked at the contents within.

Miss Bull:

If you have any concept of a brain, you’re going to destroy this letter as soon as you’re done reading it.

Who am I, you’re probably asking? No one you’d know personally. But do take note I’ve been watching you for a while now. You and Mr. Blonde, that is. And no, I’m not talking about the alien guy from Perfect Dark.

I hope you don’t think you’re going to get away with this. No matter what you do, sooner or later it’s going to come out.

Paint yourself a victim all you like. It won’t be long before your exact involvement in all this is revealed. What are you going to do then, lie some more?

Just be lucky she hasn’t checked her phone yet. But don’t think you’re out of the woods. Playing a sympathetic friend? Too bad you’re also the ‘other woman’.

You humans confuse me.

At this point, all I’m going to say is “watch your back”. Not that it’ll do you any good in the end.

Signed,

“The Builder”

P.S. I saw the papers on the table while I was writing this. Going to that extent? Some friend you are.