After they got out of the ruined party, Sinbad and the others took a seat on a bench in the nearest park. All three men panted heavily from running so much.
Carefully, Harwood put Sagebear onto the ground, scratching her head as he did so. “We’re all in one piece, right everyone? We didn’t lose any limbs or anything?”
Marc patted himself from head to toe. “I don’t think we did. I think I’m fine.” Sinbad just looked on worriedly at the chaos erupting at the palace.
He didn’t have time to mull over it, though, as Blaise and Dennis ran over seemingly out of thin air.
“There y’all are!” Blaise declared when they were close enough to say something.
Dennis simply counted all the heads, before his face paled. “Oh, hell…Where’s the boy?”
Shark was feeling chills down his spine as Sebastian led him through a small hallway. The place was dimly lit by a sole lightbulb.
“What is this place?” Shark asked Sebastian.
Sebastian just pulled a picture off of the wall, pulled it out of its frame, and handed it to Shark. It depicted Sebastian smiling happily, with his arm around another man. This man had red hair, and glasses. He was much thinner than Sebastian was.
Clearly, the both of them were quite happy together.
“You guys looked like you were best pals. Or…boyfriends?” Sebastian nodded. This got Shark to smile a little. “I can sort of relate. I’m engaged to another man myself.” He then waggled his left fingers for emphasis.
Then another question tumbled about in his mind. Shark had a feeling asking it wouldn’t do any good, but he felt like he had to know.
“What happened to him?”
Mercifully, Ox-Head had fallen asleep at some point during Annette’s perpetual tea party. He lay in his puddle of urine curled up like a dutiful guard dog, clearly having a fitful nap.
It seemed even then, he still couldn’t bear to be parted from her. Annette didn’t seem to notice, however, and refilled his teacup.
Ox-Head didn’t even wake up when the door to the prison room opened. In came The Builder, dragging a chained-up Horse-Face behind them.
“Now you stay in here, and you think about what you done did!” They said to him before throwing him in a nearby cell.
The Builder then looked over at Ox-Head, and scoffed. “Amazing how that good-for-nothing cambion didn’t get born with two heads, am I right?”
When Horse-Face didn’t respond, The Builder just pouted before leaving, grumbling about how Horse-Face wasn’t any fun since he cut his dick off.
A short while after The Builder left, Horse-Face saw the hidden passage door to the prison cells open.
Out came his companion and The Twin. Both of them were clutching onto each other, as though bracing themselves for any terrible events that had just transpired.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to show her first-hand? I know she might not want to watch the rest of the videos, but…”
The Twin just nodded before approaching Annette’s cell. The young man then walked over to look at Horse-Face in his own current residence.
“Promise you won’t hate me for what we’re going to show her?” The question seemed to not sit well with Horse-Face. He fidgeted a little before answering his companion:
“I could never hate you.”
To this, his companion just nodded. “Likewise. I get you did what you did because you were following orders. Thing is, will she?”
Here, Horse-Face didn’t answer him. Taking his silence as a potential ‘no’, the young man went back to The Twin’s side.
The Twin appeared to be having trouble with something, as though the memories they wanted to show were being blocked.
“Would it help if I held on to you?” The Twin nodded at his answer. When Horse-Face’s Companion took hold of one hand, The Twin reached in towards with the other.
“Eh…?” Annette didn’t have much time to react before she was taken from the cell into another location.