"Good behavior. What a fuckin' joke." Otis's cellmate spat at him. "I can't believe you're getting out so early. Aren't you gonna miss us?"
Otis silently glared. Yes, he was getting out early. But how much of himself had he sacrificed? It had been to protect Adi. He had rationalized it. But how could he be normal again?
That night, as he was brutalized, he caught himself bucking his hips to meet their thrusts. Goddamn, did he want this? Was he ENJOYING this? No, God no. The faster he came the quicker it was over. It was to expedite this. That was all. He gasped as his violator turned inside him, hitting just the spot to make Otis whimper before he could stop himself.
He heard that cruel laughter. "Faggot mother fucker likes it. Listen to him!"
"He fuckin' wants it! All this time he's been acting like it hurts and he doesn't want it but he fuckin' does! Oh I bet your wife fuckin' loooooves that!"
Tears rolled down Otis's face as he was brutalized. He knew if he didn't struggle, he wouldn't be hit. Wouldn't be pounded into the cold concrete floor and left to scrape himself up. Instead, he could just stand- with some difficulty- and hobble away. But did that mean he DID want the abuse? Did that mean he wasn't fighting hard enough to try and survive? Did that mean he liked it? That somewhere deep down he wanted to throw his head back and moan at their savagery? That he wasn't just allowing this to happen for them to protect Adi?
God, he wanted his Adi. He wanted her to hold him and kiss him and love him. What he longed for the most wasn't even sex- it was her, lying naked with him, just touching him. His chest, his stomach, his face. Just tender caresses and loving gestures.
"Alright, we've dried him out for tonight. He leaves in the morning. We got a good one in."
He wandered into his cell after he had cleaned himself up, curling into the corner on his bunk. The last night in this god forsaken hell-hole.
"You like it, don't you. You sick fuck." His cell mate snarled. "You just want some release and you played us so we would protect your girl. What is she, a cover for you? You don't actually love her. You're just a faggot."
"She's the only reason I let this happen...I can't ever let anything happen to her. She's my life..."
"I bet you can't wait to see her tomorrow. Wonder what she'll look like. God I bet she'll be prettied up for you. Mm-Mm that bitch is fine as fuck. What's she like in bed, huh? Oh, that's right. She's just your cover. You don't actually love her-" He was cut off as Otis sprang from his bunk, pinning him to the wall.
"You know what? I'll show you what it's like. I'll fucking show you. You cock sucker. You can't help it. Your body reacts and you don't know what to do." Otis threw him against the wall, holding his wrists in one hand and pulling down his pants with the other. "You don't know what it feels like to have your body totally disobey you and betray you like this!" Pulling himself out of his pants, Otis slammed into the other man, who screamed loudly, shaking suddenly. "You're not so much of a big fuckin' man now, are ya? You fucking coward. You think it's all fun and fuckin' games until someone does it to you!" Another hard thrust, the other man moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. "See? You don't fucking understand. It doesn't feel good- it fucking hurts- but it does at the same time. It hurts like a bitch. That white hot pain you don't get with anything else. It travels up your spine and lays there, seeding. and it wakes you up in the middle of the night." Otis thrust into him with great force. He began to build a rhythm then, still retraining the other man until he came. As Otis released him, he crumpled to the floor. "Aah, see? There's some fun of your own. Change your underwear, dickhead." Otis grumbled, kicking him. "See what it fuckin' feels like? It's humiliating. It's awful. And you had multiple people do it to me every. Day."
"It wasn't every day you pussy fuck."
"I'll do it again. You're weaker than I am right now." Otis threatened. His cell mate sat down.
Otis excitedly waited for Adi's car that morning. His heart pounded as he saw her approach. God, she was gorgeous as ever. She had put blonde streaks in her hair, he noticed. The light glittered off of them perfectly. She looked like an angel, dressed in her leather jacket and ripped jeans. Converse, of course, decorated her feet. She smiled sweetly.
"Come on, baby. Let's go home."
As she drove, Otis couldn't help but marvel over her, kissing her hand that wasn't clutching the wheel, stroking her thigh, gently caressing her face. He was home. Anywhere she was was home.
Thankfully, when they arrived at the ranch house, no one else was home.
Stretching after the car ride, Otis grumbled. "Gonna take a real shower. Right fuckin' now. With no one watching me."
"Sounds good, baby." She laughed. "Make sure you save some for me." She smirked.
"Oh, there's always some for you, mama." He called over his shoulder, bounding up the stairs.
Giggling, Adi snuck into the bathroom as Otis showered.
"Careful, baby. Don't drop the soap." She purred as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.
She expected him to jump, yes. He was easily startled, especially in compromising situations. She didn't expect what he did.
He swung and pinned her to the side of the shower with one arm, growling in fury. Cool steel pressed against her neck. Venturing a glance, she saw his straight razor against her neck, half of his face still covered in foam.
She had never seen that much crazy in Otis's eyes- that much fear or anger.
"Don't you FUCKING dare Otis B. Driftwood. You stop that right fucking now."
"What the fuck are you doing, Adi?!"
"I was trying to be sexy, you fuckin' retard! What is WITH you?!"
He glared, challenging her.
"Don't you fuckin' look at ME like that. Don't you dare. You STOP that. NOW. You're not there anymore. You're here. You're safe." She reached to rest a hand on his shoulder and he startled back, raising the blade again. "You STOP that."
Hanging his head, he sighed. "I'm sorry, Adi..."
"Come here. Let me give you some sugar, handsome."
Since she had gotten him to open up to her and began to trust her, Otis had preferred her being on top when they made love.
But that night, he insisted on having total control.
When he was with a victim, he was always rough. Adi had seen it herself, but with her he was sweet, sensual, loving.
As he threw her to the bed, climbing on top of her instantly with voracious hunger, she knew this wouldn't be the same.
"Otis...Ow..." She whimpered as he nibbled at her breasts and ribs. "Be gentle..."
"Mmm..." He moaned, kissing up her sternum and biting down on her collarbone. She whimpered in protest and pain- he wasn't taking the message. She let him go on another few moments, then wrenched his head to the side, fisting his hair. "OW!" He snarled. "Goddammit you know I hate that."
"I SAID. Be gentle. You're fucking hurting me."
"Nn...P...Please let go...That hurts."
"Yeah. How's it feel? Stop it. Don't treat me like one of your victims. I'm your wife."
"Thought...You liked it a little rough... Ow!"
"Not THAT rough. Just...tone it down, Otis." She sighed, releasing him from her grip.
As he made love to her, she couldn't help but wince in pain at some moments. He hadn't toned it down as she had told him- he was rough for the simple fact of being rough, not like they usually were with each other.
Once he had finished, she abruptly threw him onto his back, pinning him down.
"NO!" He screamed, terror crossing his features as he struggled.
"Shhhh. It's me, baby. It's me." She felt him begin to tremble underneath her, crimson eyes wide in terror. "Hey, relax. Relax. You're alright. Shhhh."
He whimpered, staring up at her.
"Baby...What happened? What's going on?"
He hesitated. "I-I...I have something to tell you..."
