Otis spat blood onto the floor, glaring up at his abuser.
"The fuck do you want from me, asshole?"
"Don't FUCKING speak until you're spoken to!" The man kicked Otis squarely in the gut. "Your little BOYFRIEND owes us money."
"Why the fuck do you have me then?!"
"Because your suffering is payment!" He kicked Otis in the jaw.
Otis lost count of how many times they hit him, but he knew his head swooned by the end of it.
By the time he registered the sound of the clippers, it was too late. Through bloodied vision, he watched his hair fall to the ground, and fury rose in him. They were mocking him.
He felt cold steel against his neck and froze.
"If you fucking move. I will cut you. and I will kill you."
Otis sat, helpless and terrified as he was shaved with a straight razor, no shaving cream, no water. He felt himself bleeding from razor burn.
"Wonder if Cutter will like you so much now, huh?" He laughed cruelly. Pretty boy's not so pretty anymore."
With a quick slice, he cut Otis's shirt off, then sliced the waist of his jeans.
"Don't you fuckin' dare..." He warned, hoarse and shaking from the shock of the beating.
"What're you gonna do, huh!? What the FUCK are you gonna do!?" He slowly sliced Otis's hip, not cutting deep, but enough to make Otis growl in pain. He finished stripping Otis naked while he was distracted by the pain of his wound.
"Fuck you..."
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do." He smirked evilly. "But not before you get a fucking shower, you disgusting fucking animal."
He was gone for a few moments, and Otis could relax. But it wasn't long before a freezing spray of pressurized water jolted him, powerful enough to pin him against the wall and make him sputter for air.
When it finally stopped, he shivered, curling in on himself.
"Ohhhh, are you cold?" He taunted. "Didn't you like that mean old power washer?"
Otis glared.
"You only have Cutter to thank for this. If he had just paid his debts, you wouldn't have to go through this." He shook his head. "Y'know, though, I wonder if he even cares where you are. Even wonders? He never seemed like the monogamous type to me. How long have you two been together? Months? Years? It doesn't matter. Because you're still not worth anything to him, no matter how long its been. Hell, you're not worth anything to anyone. You never will be. You fucking ass. Piece of shit!" He kicked Otis. "I bet your fucking parents didn't even want you. I bet they wish they had fucking aborted you. You're nothing. A lowlife, dirty faggot piece of shit. Look at you. You were straight before you met Cutter, but no one would give you the time of fucking day. So you resorted to him. Just to get some kind of fucking attention, because no one else gave a shit about you. And no one else ever will. Cutter doesn't even give a shit about you. You're just a dick warmer to him. Nothing more. You just keep it nice and warm, maybe suck him off a little?" He feigned gagging. "Good lord. I'd have to put a fucking bag over your head. I don't understand how anyone could love you." He smirked. "Did your daddy fuck you? Is that why you like Cutter, huh? Reminds you of the golden days as a little boy, where your daddy would get you off? Ohhh, how sweet that first jizz was to you, I bet. You sick fucker. I bet you loved it. How old were you when he first started? I bet you moaned and begged for more, you stupid fucking whore. I bet every time your daddy even walked by you you had your ass in the air. 'Fuck me daddy, oh, please!' 'Not now, son, daddy has to go to work. Make money for you and mommy, so I can afford to buy condoms so we don't have a fucking mistake like you again'."
Otis lay, tears rolling down his face. Stuck with this asshole, on the cold, hard, now wet floor. Hair shorn and beard shaved, his identity taken from him, now he was being mocked. And there was nothing he could do about it. He was chained, his tormentor just out of reach, and he was really hitting some deep nerves. Those were, in fact, things his parents had told him: That he wasn't wanted, that they should have aborted him. That he was a waste. But one thing was false: He had never wanted his fathers abuse.
"You give up that easily? Wow. You are a fucking waste."
He certainly wasn't done fighting yet, but god, was he tired of fighting. He had fought his whole life. And he finally felt like he didn't have to anymore when he was with the Firefly family. Especially with Cutter. He knew Cutter loved him. Knew the clown cared about him. But somehow, the words still cut deep.
The worst part was, Otis knew exactly what his captor was trying to do: whittle him down to nothing, break down his conscious and his self esteem so that he was just a shell. The problem? He was really good at it, and even despite his best judgement, Otis felt himself falling for the trap.