Otis gently caressed Adi's arm as she lay in bed, facing away from him. "Mama, I-"

"Shut up, Otis. I'm done."

"Hey, come on." He tried to roll her over, leaning in for a kiss. She shoved her hand in his face and pushed him away.

"Are you fucking KIDDING me?! I'm still pissed at you and YOU think you're going to get laid? You're out of your mind!"

"Aw, come on, Adi."

"No, as a matter of fact, get the FUCK out!" She planted her foot into him, shoving him off of the bed and onto the floor.

"What?!" He sputtered as he hit the hardwood.

"You heard me, Otis! You're sleeping on the FUCKING couch tonight."

"All's I want is a little lovin' mama, I said I was sorry-"

"I'm still pissed at you. Get. Out." She snarled, throwing his pillow at him in a final declaration of rage.

"Bitch." He grumbled.

"What did you say!?"

"You fuckin' heard me!" Stomping down the stairs, he deposited his pillow and blanket on the couch. He wasn't going to bed. Not yet. He was too angry and too horny. If Adi wasn't going to give him what he wanted, someone else would, whether they wanted to or not. Grabbing his jacket, he set out on the night.

Wandering the streets of the town, he saw someone that piqued his interest and ducked behind an alleyway. As she passed, he skillfully grabbed her, pulling her into the darkness and covering her mouth.

"Alright. You listen, and you listen good. You're not going to make a fuckin' sound and if you do I will gut you like the bitch hog you are. Do you understand me? You can live, but you won't if you scream."

He felt cool tears soak his hand as she nodded, whimpering and beginning to shake. He chuckled cruelly, forcing her down on her knees.

"Open wide." He snarled, unzipping his jeans and pulling himself through. He forced himself into her mouth, taking a clump of hair into his fist in case she struggled. God, she was good. She had done this before. When he shuddered and moaned, he stayed still until he felt her swallow, then pushed her down to lie on her stomach. "Alright now, sweetheart. You better brace yourself. Because I don't have a condom, and I'm not risking getting you pregnant. I have a woman, she's just pissed at me. So it's your lucky day. Spread them cheeks, mama." He pulled her jeans down, not noticing her rooting through her purse. She stifled a scream as he entered her from behind, jerking and yanking her hair. He was getting close to finishing when he felt a sharp pain rip through his chest. Everything went black for a moment, and when he came around, he found himself on the ground, staring up at the woman he had just been brutalizing, who was holding a taser.

"HELP! HELP!" She screamed.

"Fuck..." He whimpered.

During the trial, Adi wouldn't speak to him. She appeared at his court dates to testify in his defense as a character witness, but she wouldn't speak to him. Understandable, he reasoned. She had been pissed before, let alone this. He was found guilty and sentenced to five years in prison.

He couldn't spend five years without his girl.

As they lead him back that corridor, he heard those cold metal bars clinking around him, felt the air closing in. They threw him into a cell unceremoniously, slamming the bars behind him. He leaned against his cage, pressing his forehead against the metal.

"Hey, roomie." The voice behind him startled Otis, who only grunted in response. "What's the matter, pretty boy? Too good for me?"

"Fuck off."

"Excuse me ?"

"Just fuckin' leave me alone."

"Fine. fine. Have it your way, fuck you. Thought we could be friends. "

"I said just leave me the fuck alone."

His cell mate fell silent, watching him carefully, eyeing Otis's figure, his strong muscular form, his snowy white hair and licked his lips. He would be fun to abuse.

A few days went by, and Adi didn't come to visit him. He knew she was pissed- she had every right to be. That didn't make the pain in his heart from being separated from her go away.

"Hey, pretty boy. Who're you waiting for?"

"None of your fucking business, fuckin' retard."

He crossed his arms over his chest. Oh, he was in for it now.

While Otis slept that night, his room mate sliced off his sideburns with a sharpened piece of metal he had procured, laying them on Otis's pillow beside him.

"That'll just be the beginning, pretty boy." He growled, stroking Otis's face as he slept. The albino shivered and pulled away, whimpering.

"Adi...M' Sleepin'..."

"Nnn. So you have a woman, huh?" He smirked. "Wonderful."

When Otis awoke the next morning, he let out a startled yelp as he looked beside him on his pillow, then letting his eyes wander to his cell mate sitting beside him.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"Callin' me a retard, you little pretty boy prick." He stood over Otis, challenging him. Not one to turn down a fight, Otis stood, meeting eye to eye with the man. "You think you're so much better than me, huh? You fuckin' freak. You ain't better than no one. You're nothin' but a side show piece of shit. You're weak. You won't fuckin' last here."

"You don't know anything about me, you biker pussy piece of fuckin' shit."

"You better watch your mouth, boy."

"Or WHAT, mother fucker? what're you gonna do?"

"You'll find out, pretty boy. You'll find out." He smirked dangerously.

"I ain't afraid of you. I ain't afraid of nothin'."

Otis felt a sharp jab in his stomach and doubled over into his cell mates fist.

"How about now, faggot?"

Otis stood back up, taking a swing and missing. Before he could register what was happening, he was in a chokehold, his back to the other man, gasping for air.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with, pretty boy."