Brother Otis
Otis is another brother of mine. He's what you would call an albino. He has long whitish blonde hair and pale eyes. He is rather tall and skinny but he is quick. He leads us in prayer before we eat and before ceremonies and stuff. He is a bit of a braggart and I ain't to fond of him too much. But Mama says Otis is family and you have to stick by family so yeah. But that don't mean I wouldn't help my brother if something went down. Otis can be a real nice guy if you don't piss him off. I remember this one time I went passed his room and peered inside. He had this guy tied on a chair so Otis grabbed another chair and sat down in front of him to talk to him.
I clearly remember him saying "Now we both know you ain't getting out of here alive. We both know this. HOWEVER, as long as you do what I say when I say it and not be a stupid ass retard I'll make it go by quick. Piss me off and I can make you last for a month or more." The way Otis had said this sounded like it was a good deal. The guy whimpered and Otis removed his gag so he and the rabbit could talk. It seemed like a decent conversation like they was friends. Then I heard a sharp cry and a thud. The stupid rabbit was dead at his feet.
One thing I can say about Otis… he does keep his promises. Do what he says when he says it and die quick. Piss him off and die slow. Otis love his women though. All women left in his care are fucked before they die. And even afterwords. My brother always tells his women that before they die he is going to fuck them. It can be rape or consensual it was up to them. But they were going to be fucked before they died. When they were fearful he loved it. If they did what he said then they would die quickly. If they fought against him it made him madder and he fucked em even harder than he would have. Then they died slowly.
Otis is what you could say an unsung artist. He made various creatures out of his rabbits; one being Fishboy. He told me to work on subjects you had to get em' right when you killed em while they were still soft and pliable. Wait too long and you couldn't do a suitable thing with em. So far Otis has made us ashtrays out of human skulls, necklaces , and other things to hold various nick nacks in. he even kept a log of his subjects and how they worked when he changed them into works of art.
When Otis isn't working on a subject or trying to get laid he's usually messing with me trying to get me riled up. Usually its tripping, shoving, throwing at me. Not trying to hit me though. Then there's name calling, death threats…you know typical older brother stuff. Despsite all this I know he cares for me. I know this because when I asked him he told me "dead folk don't ask questions…if you asked a question your still alive. So fuck off."
Yeah Otis….I love you too. J