Anderson strolled deliberately to Frank's room. "I am going to take you to use the bathroom and bathe. Do not fight me; you will regret it, as will your dear baby brother."
It was the first time Frank had heard his captor speak. He felt the man reach over and uncuff each of his feet. Frank fought the urge to kick him. Only the thought that he might hurt Joe stopped him from lashing out wildly.
Anderson next uncuffed his wrists, only temporarily, however, as Frank soon found them recuffed in front of him. "Stand up." His captor ordered jabbing what Frank was sure was a gun into his ribs.
A wave of dizziness almost brought him to his knees when he got up. He had not eaten since his arrival. His bladder was also about to burst and he had thought he would lose control of it if he had to wait any longer.
His captor did not remove the blindfold.
Frank was marched across the room to a door just like the one in Joe's room. He was forced to sit down on a toilet, or at least that is what it felt like. "Go."
The elder Hardy shook with humiliation.
"Go here, or wet yourself later, it's your choice."
Frank did not need further encouragement. He was then guided into what could only be a bath tub, and made to lie down. His wrists were briefly uncuffed and recuffed to something. He wasn't sure what.
He felt the now familiar hands begin to massage shampoo into his scalp. He shuddered. His captor seemed amused.
Something rough like a washcloth began to swipe its way over his body. He tried to scramble away as it moved lower.
"No, no, Frankie," The voice tutted. "You must accept your punishment."
After what felt like hours, he was guided out of the bathtub. Frank fought down the urge to throw up again. His captor toweled him off and led him back to the room he had been in previously.
His wrists were re-cuffed above his head, and his legs were once again cuffed to separate ends of the footboard.
"Drink."
Frank felt the familiar plastic of a water bottle against his lips.
He wondered if it was poisoned, and then he wondered if he cared.
After he drank a little, he felt something soft against his mouth.
"Open."
Frank didn't.
"It's just food. Now open your mouth." His captor demanded again.
The food in questioned turned out to be a French fry which was followed by a burger. The taste was familiar, clearly a fast food restaurant though he couldn't be sure which one.
When the food was gone, his captor stood up to leave. "I will return later, Frankie, and perhaps we shall have some more fun."
"Where's my brother." Frank called after him.
There was no answer save the decisive snap of the door as it was shut.