Otis and Adi had fought about his 'activities'. She knew the deeper meaning behind his killings. He was trying to get revenge on his parents in an abstract way, for all the harm they had done him.
"Otis...You will never, ever kill enough people for that. Don't you realize that? You're trying to gain power that you already have over them, you just don't see it. Please...Baby...I..."
"Okay. Okay. I won't...I won't do it anymore. Adi...Okay. I get it..."
"Please..."
A small smile graced his face and he took his hands in hers, kissing them. "I won't take anymore victims. I promise. Okay? I love you...And I want to make you happy. I promise I won't anymore, okay?"
She smiled hugely, tackling him into a hug. It meant the world to her that he would give up the violence that she despised so much.
It lasted about three months.
He and Rufus were out on a drive, testing out a car they had fixed up.
"Man, if you're not killing anymore, how are we gonna flip cars?"
"Just because I'm not doesn't mean you can't. It was getting old, anyway. Same old shit, different day..."
Rufus nodded. "Y'know, I'm actually really proud of you, man. She's changed you a lot in so many ways. You're a better person because of her."
"...Shut up."
Rufus laughed. He was driving; it was night, and Otis couldn't see well enough to drive in the nighttime. But they were enjoying the cool desert air.
"Are those headlights?"
"Yeah. Let's stop and 'help' them." Rufus smirked.
They stopped. Both were women they recognized from the news, mourning their daughter's kidnapping. Both of them had needles in their hands they plunged into their arms.
Otis and Rufus woke up in a dingy basement somewhere, both of their heads spinning. They were tied to chairs, Rufus more tied than Otis.
"Wakey wakey, pretty boys." One of the women stood in front of them, smirking.
"Where are we...?" Rufus moaned.
"Fuck if I know..." Otis glared at the women. "What do you bitches want? Neither one of us are single, if you're into kinky shit and thought you would get your kicks with us."
One of them approached him and grabbed his face, commanding his attention.
"One of you mother fuckers is going to pay for what you did to our girls. The other is going to watch."
"Hah! You think you can dish out anything worse than what I've had in my life already? Come on! Fuck me up! I dare you!" Otis volunteered himself. Through his bravado, there was a sad truth; he was used to being beaten. He knew, however, Rufus wasn't. He knew he could take it, and didn't want Rufus to have to understand what it was like to suffer through something like that. "Come on! What are you waiting for!"
"Fucker!" One of them drew back and curb stomped Otis in the crotch. He growled in pain, glaring still.
Rufus cringed. How could he look her in the face so defiantly after that?
"That all you got?" He snarled.
She punched him in the gut, and Rufus heard the air rush out of his lungs. She absolutely battered him, punching him again and again and again in the face and stomach.
She finally stopped, gasping for breath.
Otis laughed, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. "Is that it?" He turned and spat blood, still smirking.
The other woman stepped up, a long pole in her hand. She touched it to Otis's chest and he howled in pain as electric current coursed through his body.
"Otis!" Rufus cried. "Stop!"
She ignored him, shocking him multiple times. Otis convulsed with the shocks, screaming in pain.
"Still so defiant, asshole?"
Otis gasped for air, shuddering. "Keep it coming, whore..." He glared up at her, then leaning his head back against the back of the chair. "Ain't nothin'."
She took his chin in her thumb and forefinger, smirking down at him. "You think you're so tough, don't you?"
"I've survived worse than you could ever think of. Get creative, sweetheart." He spat blood in her face.
She drew back in fury, punching him in the face again.
"I'm tired. Let's go to bed. These assholes will be there tomorrow. Come on." The two women left, climbing the stairs.
"Otis...A...are you okay?"
"Yeah, man...I'm alright. I've had a lot worse."
"I...I know, but..."
"I said, I'm fine." He turned to him. Rufus had to argue; he didn't look fine at all. Blood was pouring from his nose and dripping from his mouth. A cut on his eyebrow was bleeding, and his eye was red with blood.
"Alright...Alright..." Rufus sighed. God, how would they get out of here?