Page 111 of Primal

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious—

Yeah. A fuck ton of good it’ll do now.

“So, hunters, who’s feeling generous tonight?” Derek scans the room with a grin. “Which one of you wants to grant our girl, Mia, her every filthy little wish?”

Silence.

Derek sighs. “No volunteers? And here I thought chivalry wasn’t dead. Guess I’ll have to play matchmaker.”

He pivots then points lazily toward the benches. “You. Tall and quiet with the hockey mask. Don’t be shy, Jason. Come on up.”

The guy doesn’t move—radiating pure ‘Fuck no’ energy.

“Don’t make me beg, big guy. You were born for this.”

Pigface’s shadow swallows the benches as it approaches Jason. The guy turns his head slightly—enough to clock the snout. Blood-crusted gloves.

He makes a sound, somewhere between a groan and a prayer.

Pigface slices through the zip-tie anchoring his wrist.

Jason just sits there, shoulders hunched.

Pigface raises the taser, jerks its head toward the altar.

Jason obeys. A man walking to his own execution.

And none of us could help.

Derek claps once, mock-enthused. “See? Team spirit. Warms the heart.” He leans toward Kristy and me with a conspiratorial grin. “Nothing like a forced pairing to kick off the main event.”

“You leave Noah alone, you sick fuck,” Wesley grits out, struggling to sit upright.

Pigface backhands him so fast I barely see it move. Wesley takes it, jaw clenched, eyes blazing.

Derek tsks. “Patience, Death. Your turn’s coming.”

The bastard returns to the front.

Mia struggles against her binds, nostrils flared.

Derek circles her chair. Drops into a crouch. “What’s that, princess? Got something to say?”

The gag tears loose—giving me a phantom sting around my mouth.

My eyes cut to Kade. His jaw is tight, eyes keen. His hands flex at his sides—not for me but against whatever comes next.

What a fucking night. From his teeth at my earlobe to all of us trapped here.

Mia sucks in air through her nose and lets fly—a perfect bloody loogie that splatters right between Ghostface’s eyeholes. “Fuck. You.”

Kristy’s breath hitches. The college girls stop sobbing. The one closest to me lifts her chin.

Mia throws her weight forward. Rams the antlers into Derek’s mask. One tine snaps clean off, skitters across the floor.