Devilish Intimacy (Otis Driftwood x OFC)

Chapter 8

About eight months passed. During that time, Cutter directed curious souls in search of Dr. Satan from Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Mayhem in our direction. Dr. Satan was a legend in Ruggsville County, only he wasn't folklore at all; he was real.

Dr. Satan's birth name was S. Quentin Quale. At one time, he had been an intern at the Willows County Mental Hospital. While there, he had performed barbaric brain surgery on the mentally ill, believing he could create a race of superhumans.

When local officials discovered what he had been doing, they formed a lynch mob and hung him. The next day, when the armed party returned to check on his body, it was missing, never to be found ever again.

Enter the Firefly family; they saved him and brought him home. He lived in the manmade catacombs underneath the farm. He continued to do operations on people we lured to the home. Tiny's real father, Earl Firefly, was Dr. Satan's assistant. He resided with him and helped control what went on in Dr. Satan's office/waiting room. The family dubbed him, The Professor.

Once Cutter sent people on their treasure hunt to find the tree where Dr. Satan was hung, Baby and I did most of the capturing. Sometimes, we worked together; other times, alone. We hitchhiked and unsuspecting drivers picked us up. Most of the time, I used my prostitution skills and master degree in flirtation to seduce them. With Otis's permission, of course; I just didn't fuck or kiss anyone. Those acts of intimacy were saved only for my beloved.

RJ hid in the woods nearby and blew out one of their tires with a shotgun, which would prompt Baby and I to explain our house was close by, and our brother had a tow truck and could fix their tire while they waited. Most folks didn't know how to change a tire or were too stupid to have a spare, so they accepted our offer. Those poor souls had no idea they were flies caught in our twisted trap.

After they and their cars were settled at our house, their luck ran out. We kidnapped them and did whatever we pleased. Otis and I created art together, and I helped him make the freaks for Cutter's horror showroom at Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Madmen.

On occasion, the entire family escorted victims to the ritual grounds on the property known among us as Deadwood and lowered unlucky souls down into the catacombs by coffin for Dr. Satan to play with.

Torturing and maiming victims was exhilarating. Doing those things with Otis as my partner created a bond I would never have with anyone else for the rest of my life. I was close with Baby, but I was never as connected to her as I was to her brother. He was my heart and soul. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and I would never walk away from him even if I had to. I would rather die than leave his side. He was my drug and I was addicted.

During my pregnancy, Otis taught me everything there was to know about guns and how to filet people and make costumes from their skins. The process wasn't much different than what I had previously done with animals. I converted into an excellent shot and costume maker.

One early morning during the beginning of my 3rd trimester while Otis and I were asleep, one of our playthings escaped.

"We got a fuckin' runner!" Mama hollered up the steps.

Otis and I awakened with a jolt.

"Huntin' humans ain't nothin' but nothin'. They all run like scared lil rabbits." Otis's voice cracked with sleep. "Run, rabbit, run!!!"

He searched the floor for his clothing I had discarded the night before when I had fucked him. By the time he tugged his shirt on, I had hopped out of bed naked. I peered out our bedroom window just in time to see the escapee scurry up the road.