Otis awaited Cutter's arrival back at the clown's house. He had been struggling lately- his nightmares were getting worse and he could feel himself slipping into darkness like he had numerous times. The pain of his parents' abuse never went away, just dulled occasionally to tolerable levels. Now it seared beneath the surface, and the voices in Otis's head that were usually dull whispers now screamed at him.

He hadn't eaten that day. He was hoping that his big fat clown's jovial manner and tender heart would heal some of his aches, enough to beat back the monsters in his head for the time being. He had made a promise to Cutter that he would never let himself get that bad again, and he intended to keep it- he just needed some coaxing.

"Cutter?! You here?!"

The voice sliced through Otis. It wasn't his clown- it was his brother. Sighing, he stood and shambled to the door, his fluffy beige sweater falling to the side.

"He ain't here right now but I am, whaddya want?"

"Oh jesus christ, he still fuckin' you?" Charlie seemed genuinely disappointed and angered by Otis's presence, not just teasing like he usually was.

Otis narrowed his eyes. "The fuck is it to you?"

"Because he's wastin' his fuckin' time on a piece of shit like you. What the fuck does he see in you, man? You're just some lanky punk ass little freak piece of shit who came wanderin' in here. What kind of fuckin' diseases you got, little whore? Huh? You're fucking disgusting."

"Fuck off. You don't know anything about me and you certainly don't know about he and I." Usually, Otis would have retaliated much more strongly to 'freak', but he was emotionally exhausted and just wanted to avoid an argument until Cutter came home.

"Is...That his sweater?"

"Yeah. Birthday gift."

Charlie guffawed. "Jesus christ that is RICH! He gave you an old fuckin' hand-me-down?! Why?! To cuddle with?!"

"Dude, just leave me the fuck alone, will ya? John'll be home in a bit..."

Charlie licked his lips. "John?"

"Yeah, Cutter, I mean."

"Oh, I know what his real name is. No one calls him that anymore."

"I do."

"No, you know what? I'm not gonna leave you alone. I'm gonna see what's holdin' his balls at attention!" He grabbed Otis, pinning him to the wall by the throat. Otis struggled furiously, screaming against his hand. "Oh, you're a feisty little fucker ain't ya?" He tightened his grip on Otis's throat until Otis saw stars, then blackness.

When he awoke, he was bound at the wrists and ankles and had a gag in his mouth, lying on the floor of their- Cutter's- bedroom.

"Good. You're awake. Let's see what all the fuss is about." He tried to grab Otis, but he turned himself over on his side and started to wiggle away, thrashing violently against Charlie's touch. "You little fucker, come here!" He grabbed Otis and slammed him into the floor. Otis growled in agony, not even fully releasing a cry before Charlie began to beat him, blows falling on his ribs and stomach. "You gonna be good for uncle Charlie?! Huh?!"

Otis trembled. God, he wished John would just come home.

"I fucking hate you. And you know what? I don't really know why. I think it's because you turned my brother into a faggot, you fucking freakshow piece of shit. You ain't worth the brains God gave you and you'll never fuckin' be worth anything. Not even if you latch on to Cutter and suck the life out of him. You're a pussy piece of shit and it disgusts me." A few more swift kicks. Tears ran down Otis's face. "You cryin' already? Oh, baby, let me give you somethin' to cry about."

He flopped Otis over his knee, spanking him until blood stained the alabaster skin. Feeling the albino tremble in his arms seemed to drive on his fury, and he forced Otis onto his knees, then shoving his chest to the floor.

"You gonna wanna bite down on that gag, asshole." He plunged into Otis, making him scream and desperately try to struggle away. "Oooh, yeah, keep on wrigglin' like that honey oooh yes yes yes. Oh you little whore, you little FUCKING whore oh my yes."

Otis gagged behind the cloth as Charlie muttered and moaned. When he finally heard Charlie scream, he opened his eyes. The evidence that Charlie had hit his spot was beneath him. He prayed he didn't notice.

Charlie flipped the gag out of Otis's mouth, and the albino cowered and flinched. "Now was that so bad?"

"P-Please...Let me go...I...I promise I won't tell John just please, please let me go...Please don't hurt me anymore."

"Oh, we just gettin' started baby. Come on." He lay Otis on his back. "Ooh! Look at you! Havin' a little fun on your own eh, whorey?" He laughed. "Alright now, we gonna get you goin' good now." He grabbed Otis's face, one large hand spreading across his jaw, and kissed him, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Otis struggled and flailed, to no avail. "What, don't you like that? Don't your 'Johnny' kiss you that way?"

"P...Please..." Tears fell from Otis's eyes as he begged. "Please just let me go..."

"Oh, I'm havin' fun now." He shoved his tongue into Otis's mouth again, making him gag loudly. "Oh, come on you have bigger things in your mouth on the regular I'm sure."

With that, he entered Otis again, roughly, crudely, making him scream into his mouth.

Charlie made it through another round before he was exhausted, untying Otis and kicking him one last time.

"Get yourself cleaned up. You're a fuckin' mess."

Otis quickly showered and drove home. Any second longer in that house with Charlie could have meant danger.

Otis stayed away from Cutter's until Charlie had left, but those few days were absolute hell for him. He let himself spiral like he had promised Cutter he wouldn't- stopped eating and sleeping. Only came out of his room when he had to. The worst part was that Cutter was too busy enjoying Charlie's company to notice, and Otis wouldn't dare tell him what had happened- wouldn't ruin their bond.

When he finally did venture over to John's home, the older man suspected something was wrong. Otis hadn't flinched at his advances in weeks, maybe months, but he had begun to cower at every move again.

"Come here, little angel." He beckoned Otis, who obediently curled against the larger man's side, letting out a sigh of contentment as those strong arms wrapped him in safety.

As one thing led to another and Otis was thrown against Cutter's bed, he began to panic. Here, this room. He could see the exact spot on the floor where it had happened. He tried to push it out of his mind as Cutter kissed down his neck. Tried to resist the urge to grab him and shove him away.

"What's the matter?" Cutter asked, drawing away. "You ain't yourself. What's wrong?"

"N...No, I'm fine. Sorry...Come on, John..."

"Mm...Alright. Alright." He began to strip Otis, pulling that grungy tank top over his head, and drew away.

"W...What?"

"Otis...Where did those bruises come from. Those ain't love bites."

"H...Huh?" Otis had forgotten- how had he forgotten?- how Charlie had beaten him. About the bruises that littered his alabaster skin. "Oh, shit...J...John, don't be mad. Please don't be mad-"

"What. Happened. Otis?" He demanded. "Where else did you get knocked around?"

He began to tremble, staring up at Cutter's brown eyes, now clouded with fury. "I-I..."

"WHO HURT YOU!?" He thundered, making tears spill down Otis's face as he trembled.

"Charlie!" Otis barked, avoiding eye contact with Cutter.

"What...?"

"He fuckin' hates me because he thinks I'm using you...H-He...He came here when I was here alone a-and..." Fleetingly looking into Cutter's eyes, Otis whimpered.

Cutter stood upright, jaw dropping. "O...Otis. Stand up and take your clothes off. I want to see what he did."

"N...No...John, don't-"

"Please, Otis. Just let me see."

Obeying, he stood and slowly exposed himself, trembling and shivering as he stood nude in the middle of the room.

"Turn around."

"John-"

"It's okay, Otis. I'm not mad at you. Just turn around."

Cutter growled in fury when he saw the hand prints on Otis's backside. The blood still welling under the surface from the cruel slaps.

"Okay. Now tell me honestly. Did...Did he..."

Otis crumpled on himself, beginning to sob uncontrollably. "John, I didn't want it I didn't cheat on you, I swear! H-He...He fucked me twice but I didn't want it I didn't, I swear. I swear!"

"Where. Where did he do this to you."

"R...Right h-here..."

"He raped you. In my own fucking house? He hurt you right here, in this room?"

"J-John, I'm sorry-"

"No. It's not you who has to be sorry. I'm going to fucking kill him."