Otis lay on the kitchen floor, broken and tear-stained. Nolan entered the kitchen and grinned coldly.

"You're so adorable right now, my angel. Come here. Stop whining." He put down the grocery bag and opened his arms for a hug, smiling sincerely. He might have been a maniac, but he loved his boyfriend like a sapphire. "Blame only yourself for what happened...you were the one being naughty, and it's your own fault that now your body is covered in wounds..."