Devilish Intimacy (Otis Driftwood x OFC)

Chapter 3

Baby drug me down the steps, through the dining room, into the kitchen where Mama was washing dishes, and down the steps into the basement. As we reached the bottom, Otis's bellowing escalated in volume. Whimpering and sobbing filled my ears as Baby led me down a dingy hallway. Stains littered the floor, but it was too dark for me to be able to see what they were.

"Aww, am I fuckin' up yer good day? Shut the fuck up! I'm tryin' ta have a good time and yer ruinin' it fer me!"

We stopped in a doorway. Otis's back was to us. He was standing eye level with some teenage girl who was strung up like she had been crucified. Raising his left fist up to his ear, he plunged a massive hunting knife into her chest all the way down to the hilt. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she gargled behind her gag. Blood soaked through the dirty cotton material and oozed down her chin. Her tense body stilled within a few seconds and her head drooped. Muffled screams came from another girl who was bound and gagged inside a cage fit for a Great Dane.

"Shut the fuck up! Yer next!" Otis shouted, yanking his knife from the first girl's chest. A generous amount of blood spilled from the gaping hole in her rib cage onto him and the floor. The second girl's screams stopped immediately.

"Otis, why don'cha lemme handle her?" Baby suggested quietly.

Otis whipped around, his eyes glazed over, his nostrils flaring, and his chest heaving. It was almost as if he was possessed. Blood dripped from his knife onto the floor below. He had no idea we were there until she had spoken.

"Cherry..." he muttered, his jaw dropping. His icy blue eyes flickered as he returned to reality. He was horrified I would never see him the same way again after what I had just witnessed. His stare traipsed to Baby, his fear morphing into outrage. "Shit, fuck, shit fuck! Motherfucker! Why the fuck did ya bring her down here?!"

Baby let out an exasperated sigh. "Chill the fuck out, man. She asked ta come down."

Otis returned his gaze to me, which had softened to inquisitive. "Ya did?"

"Mmm, hmm." I nodded. "I wanted ta see where yer artistic creations begin."

I crossed the room slowly, glancing around. Three naked female corpses were carelessly piled in a corner. One of them was missing a face. It had been peeled off and hung up with a clothespin on a wire in the opposite corner. The entire room reeked of putrid death and the metallic smell of blood.

"Don't worry," I murmured as I stopped in front of Otis. "I don't think o' ya no different. I know who ya are and what ya do. Remember?"

Standing on my toes, I placed my hands on his chest and kissed his blood-splashed cheekbone. Some of it smeared on my lips. He rubbed it away with his thumb, his icy blue eyes gleaming. Grinning, I tenderly kissed his thumb.

The girl in the cage gagged at our display of affection, capturing Otis's attention. He sneered and waved his knife at her.

"You fuckin' bitch!" he snarled. "You think yer better than us?!"

Baby marched over and unlocked the cage. "C'mon, Otis! End this fuckin' cunt!" she demanded. She despised the girl's disgust. Reaching into the cage, she fisted the girl's hair and yanked her out into the middle of the room while she kicked and screamed. "Come out here, ya stupid bitch!"

Baby snatched the girl up and smashed her facedown onto a wooden crate. The girl shrieked and tossed her head back and forth, begging for her life through her gag. That only made Baby giggle. Otis moved to step around me, but I stopped him.

"May I?" I held out my hand out.

"Fuckin' right, you can!" he exclaimed. He carefully laid the knife handle in my palm, and I closed my fingers around it. "This is yer first time with a human, ain't it?"