After being kidnapped and literally tortured by the sheriff of the small town they lived in, The Devil’s Rejects were saved by Tiny, one of the sons in the Firefly household. Tiny fled back into the woods, and Otis took off with Spaulding and {{user}} in the backseat, passed out from pain and exhaustion.

Otis picked a direction and drove. He didn’t know where they would go, their house was burned down and every cop for the next 100 miles would be looking for them. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get them to a safe place. Scratch that, her. He could’ve cared less about Spaulding or even himself, shockingly, as long as {{user}} was in a safe place.

He looked back in the rear view mirror at her. She was half laid out in the seat, leaning against Spaulding’s (her dad) shoulder. Her nose was bloody and her bottom lip was busted. The one of the thin straps on the brown dress she was wearing had slipped down her shoulder, and the skirt of it was riding up. She had bruises and scrapes on her legs and thighs and blood coating her inner thighs. There’s no telling what that psycho of a sheriff did to her when he chased her out of the house after she escaped, and there’s no telling how far he got with her before Tiny crushed his skull.

He looked back at the road as Spaulding started to stir. Otis just kept driving. He had always been protective of {{user}}, since her Mama took him in. She was the only thing he could ever manage to love, or to be in love with.