Otis was being dragged down a dark corridor by 2 muscular men, who were these people? what were they going to do to him? He struggled furiously to get away but wasn't strong enough.

"Who the fuck are you, where are you taking me?" He growled, his face was flushed red with anger.

"You'll find out soon enough" One of the men cackled back. They shoved him into an empty room and tackled him into a chair.

Slowly a man came out of the darkness and into the thin stream of light that shone through a small window. Otis's eyes went wide with fear as his face became visible. It was him, oh God it was him.

"So nice of you to join us again Otis" The man said grinning laughing evilly. Fuck he cursed to himself, fuck shit fuck shit fuck. Not him anyone but him.

"Fuck where did you crawl up out of"

"Don't be like that Otis" He said grinning "I know you hate me but I saved you from whatever shit hole you was in before"

"You saved me from shit, from one child fucker to another is where you got me" Otis growled feeling braver than he had been when he was younger trying not to feel like the trembling terrified little boy he had been when they had last met.

The man shrugged carelessly, he knew Otis was right not that it bothered him.

"Maybe you're right but what I do know little pig is that you're mine, I own you boy, your father sold you to me and I want what's mine" He said sternly, Otis tried to suppress a shiver at the pet name he remembered oh so well.

"W..what are you going to do with me?" Suddenly feeling less confident than he had been, hearing his pet name again made him feeling like the vulnerable little boy he used to be.

Slowly the man walked closer to Otis and bent down so their faces were level and only inches apart.

"I'm gonna sell you Otis" He whispered "I'm gonna sell your ass to the highest bidder, train you to be the best fuck your new owner can ever have and grab a huge profit"

"Fucking bastard!" He yelled lunging forward, the man took a casual step back confident in his staffs ability to grab him and hold him in place. The man laughed loving to see Otis frustrated.

"Fucking Bastards is what I'm gonna at it's what I've done all my life you especially, but first we're gonna clean you up first, jeez you look like a mess Otis, that little blue eyed boys turned into a fucking tramp that hair and beards got to go" He nodded at his men to follow his orders and begin the Otis's clean up.

Handcuffs clicked round his wrists, Fuck! he thought to himself but despite the handcuffs it still didn't stop him from struggling. He was a fighter and a survivor he refused to go down without a fight.

Otis was thrown into a huge shower room with his clothes still on, he fought against the high powered freezing cold water coming from the pressure washer but the powerful gush of water pushed him helplessly against the wall. He coughed and spluttered as it was aimed at his face, the water pressure stung his skin and it was bitter cold.

Otis coughed heavily as the water was turned off, the men laughed as they watched him give a chesty cough. As they shoved him back into the chair the cough turned to shivers, his bottom lip vibrated as he shivered from the cold as his sat in his sodden freezing cold clothes.

"He's right you know you look a fucking disgrace"

"That I may but atleast I'm no kid fucker" Otis growled suddenly one of the men grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back.

"This hairs got to fucking go" A man hissed ignoring Otis's true statement.

The man grabbed some scissors and roughly cut his hair.

"Not my fucking hair man not my fucking hair" The man chuckled highly amused by hearing Otis in distress.

"I'm doing you a favour man you look like a fucking girl with this mop" He went blind with rage as he saw huge chunks of his hair fell to the floor.

The anger towards the loss of his hair was nothing towards what he felt towards the loss of his beard. He began to panic as he saw the straight razor come towards his face he began to hyperventilate and struggled to get away but it was no good. Suddenly his struggling was stopped by the man grabbing his short hair and pulled hus head back.

"Listen fucker this beards going whether you like it or not if you struggle I might slit your throat" He hissed slowly ghosting the knife across his neck, Otis swallowed hard with fear.

"And I'd sooner that didn't happen we're gonna get alot of money for your ass and I'd sooner it was in one peice" Otis's heart pounded through his chest as he struggled to keep his panicking under control as the man shaved away his beard.

He thought about Lily her beautiful innocent face and her kind heart that was always there for him when he needed her. Has she even realised he was missing? Had she given him up as a lost cause and gone off to live the rest of her life without him? His heart refused to believe that was the case. Seeing her face his head made him able to remain calm he hadn't been so frightening since he was a little boy but he refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing his fear. They wasn't going to fucking break him, but the idea of him never seeing her again made it possible