Dog Days

Chapter 61

The rest of the evening, I sit on the couch watching the news.

Every news station is reporting on it. Some are saying they just need to kill the murderer, anyway. Some are saying that he's a hero and are wondering what the US government plans to do about this. Some of them are reporting on the known attacks of The Sanctuary.

The only thing I could do to comfort myself is grab a bottle of whiskey, but even after I'm drunk I can't stop staring at the screen.

My phone has been ringing nonstop. I'm getting calls from overseas, and from my therapist, and I don't want to address any of them.

Natasha told me that the tracking was a bust. That means they're calculating.

They drugged him up. That means he can't defend himself in any way, and I know exactly what they plan on doing with him.

Worst of all, that video was a recording. It already happened, and based off the fact that he still wore the bloody clothing from the day he was abdicated, that was relatively soon after he disappeared.

Meaning that they could have done this a long time ago. The only reason they would do it now is if he's no talking. In that case, he's dead.

It's sometime around one when Hela steps into the house to look at the television. The late night news has cut program and now it's just some old television comedy from the 90's.

She looks to me with a concerned look "Hey, Thor."

I sigh, before asking "Can you feed the boys? I'm just-"

She nods, before closing the door and stepping into the room. I can hear the can of cat food opening and then I hear the loud screaming of little blind Magni.

As soon as the screaming stops, Hela walks out and declares "That orange boy has a set of lungs on him."

I hum as I stare off. I can hear her talking, and I can process what's happening around me, but I can move from my spot on the floor in front of couch.

She walks to the other side of the couch and takes a seat, before grabbing the bong and beginning to pack herself a bowl "Are we going to talk about it?"

I take in a deep breath, before asking "What am I supposed to say?" As I open the bottle of whiskey, I sigh "My boyfriend is now on every single news channel, and I still have no idea where he's at. He's more than likely, dead."

She furrows her brow and asks "Was he talking to you? When he said the-" she points out the door, and all I can do is nod "What did he say?"

I sigh, before taking a nice long swig "From what I got from the call: I can handle it. And he loves me, so in other words, he's asking me not to watch it."

She furrows her brow and asks "What do you mean?"

I take in a deep breath, before declaring "Torture has a personality."

I take a long drink, before I screw the cap back on "The first interaction tells you everything you need to know."

She furrows her brow and asks "What do you think is going to happen?"

I take in a deep breath and look down as I state "He has a reputation, Hela. The last time he was abducted-"

I think of what they've done to him. The way he was known for his body. I know that they're using him.

Hela sighs "What?"

I set my jaw and declare "He got syphilis."

Hela takes a moment, before she asks "Do you think they would do that on national television?"

I furrow my brow and remind "They're going for terror and distress."

She sits there for a moment, before she asks "Are you going to watch it?"

I set my jaw, before declaring "I can't look away."

She sparks up, before she asks "What can I do?"

I take in a deep breath and declare "I don't know."

She furrows her brows and tries to ask me another question, but all I just can't muster the strength to keep myself together anymore "Please, just stop. I don't know anything else. I'm just-"

She takes in a deep breath and sighs, before she takes a long rip off the bong. After a moment, she asks "Would you really rather drink than smoke?"

I open the bottle again and remark "Can't punish myself with weed."

She furrows her brow and asks "Why do you want to punish yourself?"

I sigh, as I remind "I got myself injured. I weaken his security and got him captured. He's literally telling me not to watch it, but I can't look away. I was here while he was there. I feel guilty about all of this. Not to mention, I fucked my best friend, while he was probably being raped by every man in their organization."

She takes in a deep breath and declares "It's not like you could do anything about it."

I take a drink, before I state "It doesn't help when you say that."

She sits forward and asks "How am I supposed to help you, right now?"

I screw on the cap as the pain becomes to much and I speak in a muggy voice "I just want to hold him, one more time."

She sighs, before she moves closer on the couch and declares "You will, Thor. He said he could handle it."

I wipe my eye before she can see me crying and speak in a quivering voice as my entire body trembles "They're eight balling him, Hela. He's on crack and herion. How the fuck is he supposed to defend himself? What if he fucking overdoses?"

She sighs, before declaring "He can take care of himself. If he says he can, believe it until we know that he can't."

I take in a deep breath and declare "I don't know if I can handle it." I rest my head back on the arm of the couch and state "I can see how scared he is, and I know him." I look down and explain "I know he's not the person to be afraid of. He's kind, and sexy." I furrow my brow "Too sexy for his own good."

She remarks "He is really sexy, in that intimidating scary way."

I scoff "I've never been scared of him. But damn, when that man fucked me, he was dominant and powerful. He had the hips and cock of a god, and he would always do something filthy after he finished, but he would do it because I really liked it."

She sighs at me "I think you're drunk, Thor."

I continue "When I fucked him, he was this slutty little fragile thing. So beautiful and gracious."

She's silent for a moment, before she asks "Wait, what would he do to you?"

I bite my lip and remember the sensation of the warmth inside of me. I take a moment, before declaring "Something possessive. It just made me feel like he was claiming me."

She is about to ask another question, before I remark "He was also the first person to fist me, so that was incredibly hot."

She sparks her bong, before she asks "What are you into, anyway?"

I take in a deep breath and declare "I'm a freak, Hela. We were both the type of people who could fuck for hours without stopping."

She asks "So you were really masturbating for a whole day?"

I sigh, before I close my eyes and start to doze off "Only because he let me explore."