(A/N: Before you read, just know that I won't be doing the part where Otis forces Gloria to strip and perform oral sex. I just know that it would've gotten so much backlash if this movie were made today, not to mention we have a MeToo movement going on, so don't expect me to put stuff like that in any of my stories.

Anyways, back to it.)

~Cutter POV~

Radio: We're at the scene of a horrific multiple murder.

I then noticed that the fucking truck was outta gas!

Cutter: Goddammit! Fuck!

As the truck slowly died and I turned off the fucking truck, trying to look for a car to fucking hijack.

Then, I saw this bitch and her little boy walking over to their car, and it was fuckin' perfect. I gotta steal that fuckin' car.

I walked the fuck over and went over to the mom, who was confused on who I was.

Boy: Mom, a clown.

Mom: Yeah yeah, a clown.

She turned around and was surprised to fucking see me, but I had to pretend I was a fun clown at first.

Mom: Oh- hi.

Cutter: Hi. I'm gonna have to be taking your car today. See, I have some top-secret clown business that supersedes any plans that you might have for this here vehicle.

Mom: Ah, what's that about the clown business?

She had to say that. She had to fucking say that. Now I'm about to show no mercy towards this bitch and her son!

Cutter: Do I stutter, bitch?

Mom: Jamie, get in the car. Lock the door.

She started to walk her ass over to the driver's side as I chased her around!

Cutter: Where the hell you going? Dammit.

I turned her around...

Cutter: Don't you ever turn your back on a fucking clown when he's talking to you!

Mom: Get your fucking hands off of me!

I backhanded her as she went down like a sack of fucking potatoes and I got in the driver's seat, and looked at the bitch's son, who was scared to see me with him.

Cutter: What's the matter, kid? Don't you like clowns?

Son: No.

Cutter: Why? Don't we make you laugh? Aren't we fucking funny?

He still shook his head as I pointed at him and said...

Cutter: You best come up with an answer 'cause I'm gonna come back here and check on you and your mama, and if you ain't got a reason why you hate clowns, I'm gonna kill your whole fucking family.

And he ran out like a motherfucker as I drove off with the car! That was so funny I actually laughed the whole way over to the Kahiki Palms.

~Y/N POV~

While I was enjoying the jerky that this stupid fuck Jimmy had gotten for that old fart, Baby had to entertain us with a little dance.

Baby: Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these.

I was seriously having hearts in my eyes as she was doing that dance. I wanted to rip her clothes off and go to town on her almost immediately, not giving a shit about the fact that we're holding hostages.

Even after a couple of seconds saying that, Otis had to speak up on Roy looking at Baby with disgust.

Otis: Hoss, are you staring at my sister thinking bad thoughts?

Roy: No.

Otis: Why not? You an ass-muncher?

Roy: No.

Otis: Well, what are you? I mean, you go this hot piece of ass shaking her shit right in front of you and you're not getting any ideas? What do you call that?

Roy: I'm a married man.

Y/N: A married fucking man. Hey, that's just great!

Otis: Yeah! Let's give him a round of applause, folks, for the married man! Come on!

We all clapped as I went up to Baby and started grabbing her from behind.

Otis seemed to get an idea of what was about to go down. He smirked and nodded at me, letting me know that I can put on a show with my Baby.

Y/N: You know, Baby. Since this old geezer ain't getting dirty thoughts, how about we up the ante up this show a little bit?

Baby: Oh I like that.~

I wrapped my arms around her waist, one of my hands around her stomach and the other in her pants where her pussy was and rubbed it. She softly moaned as we kissed, but of course, this redneck motherfucker had to say something.

Man 1: Please, mister, this is insane.

Otis: Boy... the next word that comes outta your mouth better be some brilliant fucking Mark Twain shit, 'cause it's definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone.

Otis nodded at me as Baby and I made out until she unbuckled my pants and dropped them down, making the hostages feel uncomfortable.

I didn't give a fuck what they though of what's going on, if they got something to say, I was going to keep my gun up.

Feeling the way Baby used her tongue on my dick just makes it all better. I softly groaned as she tried to take me whole, but she couldn't do it. It didn't matter though, because I came after a couple of minutes.

Then, I pull my pants up as Baby took off hers to reveal her lovely pussy. I got down on my knees and started eating her out.

Baby: Oh...fuck!~

Roy: Please stop this!

I didn't listen as I kept going, swirling my tongue around and just loving the taste of Baby's clit.

Man 1: Mister?

I gave him the one minute gesture as I kept eating Baby out until she came as I drank it all up like beer on a Friday night!

Once it was all done, I kept my gun up, letting everyone know that what I just did is to show that this old Christian fuck didn't have the balls to do anything to my Baby.

Baby: Woo-hoo! I feel like we're all really getting to know each other now!

Y/N: Ain't that right, Baby?

Baby: Yeah!

Otis: All right, ladies. Me and the boys have an errand to run. We'll be back in a little bit. Come on, Hoss, move it.

I pulled my gun on this cowboy looking dumbass and yelled...

Y/N: Come on, shit stain! Let's go!

He got up and we walked out of the room as I kept Cowboy close and we got in their van. Cowboy was driving as Roy was in the passenger seat as I kept my gun up, in case they try to do anything fucking stupid.

A song was playing on the radio and Otis had to talk about it.

Otis: Hey, Hoss, you like this song?

Roy kept quiet until I spoke up, pointing my gun on him.

Y/N: Hey, he asked you a question. Do you like this song?

Roy: I don't know. Yeah, I guess so.

Otis: Oh really?

Cowboy: Which way?

Otis: Take a right. You like that Top 40 shit?

Y/N: Yeah, we thought you were like some kinda true-blue-balls-earnest-kill-'em country fucker or something. You're nothing but a city ass-muncher with a cowboy hat.

Otis: Stop here.

Cowboy did as we all got out and walked towards a specific location.

Otis: Follow the yellow brick road.

Y/N: That's right. You know, Otis?

Otis: Yeah?

Y/N: I think I still smell Baby's pussy-stink on my hand. Hope I don't get any diseases on it.

Otis: You know, the stress of the day is really setting in on us.

Y/N: Yeah you're right. You guys happen to know how a couple guys like us could relive some tension?

Otis: Maybe, I think your wife Wendy, boy, she looks like she could relieve some tension.

Cowboy: Mister, where are we going?

Otis: Those little titties- we're going down the road here. Those little titties, she's got a tight little ass. Does she like it when you puke? Is that part of the deal or what?

Cowboy: Where you taking us?

Otis: Well, I guess, it wouldn't do no harm to tell you none. We're gonna go dig up some guns I buried out here a couple years ago.

Roy: Then what?

Y/N: There ain't no "what". That's it after that.

Roy: You're not gonna kill is, are you?

Y/N: Killing sounds so permanent.

Cowboy: We did everything you want, sirs, just let us go.

Roy: We did what you both said.

Otis: First of all, we didn't say anything. And second of all, WE'RE CALLING THE SHOTS! CONSIDER US FUCKING WILLY FUCKING WONKA! THIS IS OUR FUCKING CHOCOLATE FACTORY! YOU GOT IT?!

I was able to stop Cowboy from attacking Otis by shooting his neck and he went down and my soon brother-in-law took down Roy.

Y/N: They won't kill us, not while we're still breathing.

Otis was still going off on Roy until I looked down at him, aiming my gun at him in case he tried anything.

Cowboy: Stop.

Otis: Stop? Bitch, we have just started. You know, I was gonna take it easy on you, boy, but you brought this down on yourself. You had to come all fucking-big-stick-walking-tall like a big fucking hero! You got yourself to blame and look at you now, hero! You're gonna fucking bleed to death!

Cowboy: Fuck you!

Otis: That's what they all say, "Fuck you!" Well, it ain't gonna save ya. It don't scare us none and don't make you a fuckin' hero!

I walked over to where Cowboy was bleeding and Otis was on top of him, making sure he doesn't move.

Y/N: Wanna see what happens to heroes, man? You wanna see badass, you fuck? We'll show you badass!

Both of us walked over to Roy as he didn't move one bit.

Otis: Hoss, we want you to pray to your God. We want you to pray that he comes and saves you.

Y/N: In fucking fact, we want lightning to come down and crash upon our fucking heads! Pray motherfucker!

Roy: I pray... Jesus...

Otis: Louder!

Roy: Bless the bunnies, bless the little birds-

Y/N: We don't feel anything!

Roy: Bless the springtime morning.

Otis started faking a feeling about something supernatural as I decided to sing, praising "Jesus".

Y/N(singing): Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord!

I started clapping in a rhythm to the point that Otis joined in, feeling the "Power of God".

Otis/Y/N: Oh my Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord!
Oh Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord!

We all stopped all of a sudden as I smiled with evil, looking down at Roy as Otis pulled his hair away from his face, looked down at our victim, and he said the most chilling words I've ever heard.

Otis: I am the Devil, and I am here to do the Devil's work.

Y/N: And I'm the gatekeeper of hell, and Satan sends his regards!

Otis nodded at me as I put my gun to Roy's head, and his brains splattered against the ground. We nodded to each other again as Otis and I was holding down Cowboy, who was struggling to get up and fight us, but he couldn't. He was helpless.

Otis: We've got other plans for you, hero.