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I’m formulating a plan when I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn and find Kindra gazing up at me.
“Good luck,” she says with a coy smirk. “If you can put us even further ahead, I might make it worth your while.”
“Hmmm, does my pet have a competitive spirit?”
“Maybe a little.” She licks her lips, and now I must win. If I have to kill a man with nothing more than a grain of sand, I’ll make it happen so that I can receive her as my prize.
I lean down and kiss her. “For good luck,” I say against her lips.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bennett moans from the other end of the course.
Ignoring him, I go for another kiss . . . and the whistle blows.
I turn and race for the mud pit, but Grim is already two steps ahead of me. Using his spindly legs and the power of his shining silver Speedo, he races across the mud like a goddamn Jesus lizard. Meanwhile, I’m neck and neck with one of the no names. How embarrassing.
My mind fills with images of a naked Kindra, tied up and squirming as I bury my face between her thick thighs, and it’s all the motivation I need. With a raging erection, I barrel through the mud pit and emerge on the other side as Grim reaches the midpoint of his chosen log.
And he’s picked the chainsaw.
“Go for the drill!” Kindra shouts. “Aim the bit at the base of the skull and press as hard as you can!”
God, her bloodlust is like foreplay for my brain. I don’t know how I’ll climb this log with a cock like a steel rod in my board shorts, but we’re all about to find out.
I grip the log and begin to climb, every thrust of my legs bringing me that much closer to the drill at the top. Grim has already secured the chainsaw, but I’m happy to see him struggling to get it down from the top of the log. He decides to toss it into the sand, then leap after it.
When I reach the drill, I don’t waste time thinking. I hold it in my hand and pray my ankles can withstand the eight-foot drop. They survive, but my shins will hurt for the next week after this.
As I race toward a pink jumpsuit in one of the stalls, I’m overjoyed to see that Grim’s prized chainsaw doesn’t want to start. He yanks the pull cord like it owes him money, but he’s rewarded with a pathetic burble each time. I depress the drill’s trigger to be sure I haven’t fallen prey to one of Jim’s sneaky traps, and the bit whirs to life.
My target is a woman, and I’d hoped she’d be here today. She molested her niece for years, and a drill bit to the brain is much kinder than she deserves. Had I more time, I would make her suffer.
I kick the backs of her knees and send her to the sand. She doesn’t fight. She just looks out at the ocean and cries. If she’d had as much pity for her victim as she has for herself, she wouldn’t be in this situation.
I certainly have no pity for her.
I press the drill bit to the back of her skull and let the fun begin.
Her stoicism fades as the metal sinks into her flesh, and she begins to squirm away. Grim has nearly gotten his chainsaw started, so I don’t have time for this.
I straddle her back and press my weight against the tool. After a satisfyingpop, the bit breaks through bone, and the Cattle begins to twitch. I’ve severed the spinal column from the brain, and that counts as a death. Our clock stops.
As does my target’s.
Grim’s chainsaw finally lets out a low growl, and the no name is busy bludgeoning his Cattle with a hammer, but I don’t pay attention to that. I jog back toward the start of the race, my eyes set on Kindra.
From the corner of my eye, I catch a glint of color. I turn my head and blink several times, but my brain can’t rationalize what I’m seeing.
A man in a yellow jumpsuit has broken away from one of the handlers. In his hand, he wields a large blade that looks awfully similar to the machete Bennett used on his Cattle. Judging by the dark stains on the handle, it must be the same one. But that isn’t what steals the breath from my lungs.
His glazed eyes are trained on Kindra, and he’s heading straight for her.
Chapter Seventeen
Kindra
Ablur of yellow flashes in the corner of my eye, and I turn to see one of the Cattle dashing toward me. Not one to cow to danger, I square up, raise my chin, and try not to think about the machete in his hand. Feigning confidence is a natural gift of mine, and it’s not like I can outrun him. He’s nearly on me.
I close my eyes and brace for impact, but then I hear a grunt. I open my eyes as the man is speared to the sand. Ezra grabs the machete to stop the attack, but blood drips down his wrist. He’s been cut.
