(Warning! Implication of threesome!)
When Sinbad came to, it was to a near-blinding amount of pain. He sucked air through his teeth, trying to hold back the torrent of curses that threatened to spill from his mouth.
Next to him, Marc sat quietly. He didn’t say a word to let Sinbad know that he’d been hog-tied with a bedsheet.
When Sinbad himself found out, he proceeded to struggle as much as he could. His bindings held tight, however. Struggling harder only resulted in him falling off the bed.
“Ow, fuck! Okay, is there a reason I think I’m about to get a hot brand affixed to my ass?”
Marc looked over to the side of the bed, and raised an eyebrow. “What, you don’t remember snapping at that blue woman, you don’t?”
“‘Blue woman’? Oh, fuck. She’s here?” He growled loudly as he flipped over onto the other side. “Hasn’t she ruined everything for me for one lifetime? Now come on! Untie me!”
Sinbad waited for Marc to comply, but Marc didn’t budge. This got Sinbad to heave an exasperated sigh.
“Whatever I did earlier, I’m not gonna do now. I promise. Now come on!”
It was clear from the noises upstairs that Dennis and the women weren’t to be bothered.
Trying to keep Sagebear from having to listen to it, Shark turned the TV on for her. Much to his pleasant surprise, Blaise and Alma had a channel specifically for dogs.
Sagebear was quickly entranced by what was currently on. Her tail was slapping the couch, in a sort of staccato rhythm. Shark watched along with her for a little while, amused at how much she was getting into Dog TV.
Her trance was broken only when Shark stood up, and rubbed her head. Sagebear made to get up herself, only to be stopped.
“Not this time, puppy. Daddy needs to be alone right now.” He waited until she sat back down, and then made his way to the front door.
Shortly after he left, the noises coming from upstairs quieted down. Believing it was the best time to get belly rubs, Sagebear jumped off the couch and trotted upstairs.
Annette felt her blood run cold when Harwood’s expression became unusually stony, after what she’d asked him.
The sound that Harwood made at first sounded like the hull of a boat creaking. It was a little longer before the sounds he made were actual coherent words.
“I’m starting to believe you’ve got the wrong man,” he said as he got up and leaned on his cane. “I mean, ‘Troy’? ‘Emma’? ‘Nadine’? I’ve never met anyone in my life with those names.”
“Come on, don’t play dumb,” Annette responded, not believing he wouldn’t know who they were. “Nadine was your sister! You know, fellow child of your parents?”
Harwood’s expression darkened even further. “Well, now I know you have the wrong man. I’m an only child, you see. No brothers or sisters to speak of.”
“No way.” Annette tried to stand up alongside him, but the pain in her back just made her grit her teeth. “What, did your mother have that many issues with just you or something?”
Then came a grunt that sounded as if she’d struck a raw nerve. “The last ‘issue’ I had with my mother was asking her why she wasn’t waking up. Then…”
“…What? What happened?” Annette really didn’t like where this was heading. “After you asked your mother that question, what happened next?”
Harwood made a noise that sounded as if he were being strangled. “They closed the casket lid on her.”
Sinbad pressed his ear against the door, straining to listen in on Harwood and Annette’s conversation.
Marc just clicked his tongue behind him. “It’s rude to eavesdrop, you know.”
“Like you’re one to talk. You’re the one that tied me up in here. How’s that for rude?” He then kept his mouth shut, trying to make sense what was being said.
“How much you know about this guy’s past?”
There was some hesitation before Marc spoke again. “I know enough. He doesn’t say a whole lot about it, though.”
“I’m not certain why I feel like telling you all this, but…” Harwood drummed his fingers on the top of his cane as he looked at Annette. “Well, you tell me how you’d feel if you were in my situation.”
“Which is…?” Annette was feeling like he was stringing her along on purpose.
Harwood cleared his throat. “Have you ever been seven years old, and standing in a pool of your dead parents’ blood?”
Annette actually was taken aback, both at this declaration, and at how drastically different his family life was in this world.
“I don’t…Probably not-”
“And did you ever have to hear someone outside shouting, ‘You were supposed to kill the boy!’ Not a fun thing to hear in the dead of night, hmm?”
She didn’t know what to say. “No it isn’t. But…humor me. then what happened?”
“Then came the funeral. Not something anyone should have to experience at that age, the death of their parents.
“And if that weren’t bad enough, then came the fighting over who got custody.” Harwood grimaced at the memory flashing across his mind. “Two sides of my family, bickering over a child.”
Annette tried to picture her old friend as a child, in the midst of a literal custody battle. She sipped at her tea before asking:
“So who got you in the end, if your parents were too dead to take care of you?”
She waited. Annette watched Harwood’s face brighten again when he remembered.
“All I’m gonna say is, thank goodness for my maternal grandfather. I guess he decided having a mixed-race grandchild around the house wasn’t so bad.”
Dennis knew when to leave the room at the right time. He’d already had his fun with Blaise and Alma.
Now Sagebear was being pet by two beautiful, naked women. Leaving them to do so, Dennis walked downstairs.
“Boy? You awake?” He didn’t receive an answer. All Dennis heard was the TV going on in the living room.
The couch was empty. When he realized his son wasn’t sitting on it, Dennis was getting worried.
He made his way back upstairs, grabbing his clothes along the way. When he wandered into the bedroom again, he made his intentions clear.
“I’m gonna go look for the boy. Seems he’s gone missing in action. Could you two watch the dog until I get back?”
Blaise looked up from scratching under Sagebear’s chin. “Hm? Well, of course! Ya go right ahead. We’ll gladly keep an eye on this one. Won’t we, Alma?”
“Oh, but of course! Take as much time as you need to find Shark.” Alma then bent down to kiss the top of Sagebear’s head.
Smiling at the two of them bonding with his canine granddaughter, Dennis nodded and got dressed. He then gave his promise to return soon, and left in search of Shark.