He sat, quivering in the corner of the cold, dark room. Chained to the dank floor, naked, he tried to curl in on himself to stay warm.

He heard a door slam behind him and yelped in fear.

Someone whistled, as if they were calling a dog. "Come on, come out and play."

Otis began to shake, jingling the chains around his wrists, shrinking back in fear as the footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped.

With no warning, a bullwhip snapped against the skin of his back. He dug his fingers into his scalp, shrieking in utter agony.

"I take such great joy in making you make those sounds." Again and again the cruel leather sliced Otis's skin until he thought he would go mad with pain, or his voice would give out from screaming.

He pulled Otis away from the wall, forcing him onto his knees, bending him over.

"No, no not again. Not again not again...No...no...Please, please -AH!"

"YOU don't get to fucking beg. You little bitch! I am your master now! I fucking OWN you until I say so! You're MINE! You aren't worth shit. Your life is nothing. Besides, shouldn't you be used to this? Don't you and that fat fucking clown have sex? You sick fucking freaks..."

Yes...But this wasn't how they did it.

When Otis was released, he crawled back to his corner again, shaking.

"You're fucking weak."

"L...let me go..." He sobbed. "Please...Please...Let me go..."

"What? Now why would I do that?"

"I...I d...didn't d...do anything to you..."

"No. You didn't. But Cutter didn't PAY me. Now, YOU'LL pay for him.

"Please...I...I'll tell him, just...Just fucking let me go...Please..."

"I'm having too much fun." He smirked cruelly. "Are you hungry?"

Otis looked over his shoulder at him, questioning.

"I'll feed you. Come on. Don't be scared."

Otis's stomach growled, betraying him.

"Come here." He extended his hand.

Otis hesitated.

"I SAID COME HERE!" He growled, grabbing Otis by what was left of his hair and jerking him around to face him.

"Nnn!" Otis shook, cowering in submission.

"Shhhh..." He stroked his hair. "You're hungry. I'll feed you."

Otis looked up cautiously.

"But you're going to give me something first." He unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear.

Otis swallowed heavily

"Oh, you'll be doing that in a second.

Otis fought all he could, but a quick twist of his hair made him freeze. "NO!"

"Don't you do this for Cutter?"

Otis glared, struggling again. The other man wrenched his hair at the roots.

"You do. Just pretend its him." He smirked cruelly. "Come on. Open wide."

Otis glared. "Fuck you."

He squeezed Otis's nose shut and when he opened his mouth to breath, shoved himself past Otis's teeth, making him gag. In one last act of defiance, Otis bit down. Hard.

The other man screamed, punching Otis in the face, beating him about the head to get him to let go. He did, skittering away from the man as he growled in anger and pain.

"You miserable mother fucker. I oughta take your fucking teeth out and hand them to you!"

Otis was brutally beaten that night, to the point that he couldn't move, couldn't see because of the blood in his eyes.

The next day, he tried again. This time, Otis heard the click of a gun hammer being pulled, and felt the cool metal against the side of his head.

"This time. No teeth." He fisted Otis's hair. "Do it well. Or I might blow your head off, anyway."

Shaking, Otis stared up at the man. He was so battered from the previous night's beating, he could still hardly move.

He raised his hand to strike Otis, who flinched back wildly, staring back fearfully.

"That's what I thought. Come here."

Otis shook his head.

"I SAID COME HERE. THIS GUN IS STILL COCKED, FAGGOT!"

Otis slowly approached, getting down on his knees and accepting the punishment being brought upon him. Closing his eyes, he desperately tried to imagine Cutter, still feeling the cold metal of the gun against his head until he had swallowed.

"Oooh. You're really good at that, aren't you?" He smirked down at Otis, who had curled into a ball. "I bet that fat fucking clown likes that shit."

He sobbed, trying to block the wave of shame that crashed over him. He was in so much pain, he almost didn't register the tray of food being shoved against his elbow.

"I keep my promises. Even though you disobeyed the last time, I keep my promises."

It wasn't much, but Otis carefully picked at the food, willing himself to keep it in his stomach.

"Mmm...Those lips are so fuckable...Give me another round."

Otis flinched away just in time to avoid the hand roughly grabbing for him.

"Come here you little fuckin' shit!" He pinned Otis in the corner of the room. "You will fucking listen to me. If you do, your life will be much, much easier. Do you understand?"

Otis nodded.

"Now. Do it. Again."

"P...Please..."

"NOW!"

Otis performed as he was asked, but as soon as he was done, he felt himself being pinned to the ground on his stomach.

"G...God...Please...please fucking stop...I'm begging you..."

"Shut up. It's my dick or the gun. Your pick."

Otis shook, closing his eyes tightly.

"Well? Which will it be? HUH!?"

"Y...You..."

"That's what I thought."

Again, Otis was assaulted.

"How are you this tight with you and Cutter having sex? Oh my god...God, you feel good...Mmm...You little fucking whore..."

When he was done tormenting Otis, he stood, zipping his pants up.

"Eat. Stay healthy. You'll be here a while."

Otis could only lay and sob, hopeless.

Two and a half months. Two and a half fucking months went by of torture every day, all day for Otis. He was rarely fed, he was constantly freezing cold, and he was being brutally abused. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Until his torturer bound and gagged him, threw him in the trunk and drove him to the middle of the desert and tossed him into the sand where Baby was scheduled to pick him up 20 minutes later.

When she removed his gag and blindfold, he started shaking, expecting the worst.

"Shhhhh...It's me. It's me. Jesus...God, Otis..."

"Home..."

"Okay, Okay. I'll take you to daddy's. You wanna see Cutter?"

Otis whimpered, nodding. "Home..."

"Shhh...Come on..." She carefully loaded him into the car and sped along the road, only slowing when she narrowly avoided crashing into her father's home.

"Baby?! Jesus Christ what're you-...Oh my god...That's not."

"Yeah, it is. Help me carry him in! He's too weak."

Finally relieved to see a familiar face, Otis felt the weight of the abuse come crashing down on him as he succumbed to shock.