Page 36 of Demons Dig Donuts

There was no window.

The sunlight vanished, as it was only an illusion, and there was nothing but a blank wall.

“What the fucking fuck fuck?” Indy spat furiously.

He slapped the wall. Screamed at it. Called it filthy names.

It didn’t do anything.

He didn’t even feel better.

Fuming, he stalked back into the parlor to calm down and come up with a new plan. His chest tightened and he clutched at himself, suddenly struck by a paralyzing surge of fear. He had no idea if this was from his own emotions or his disease coming to take him. He might be dying right this very second.

This could be it.

It might be—

“Did you handle yer mickey?” King asked cheerfully.

“No!” Indy snapped back. “I did not handle my fucking mickey! I’ve been a bit busy trying to leave this fucking shithole! Today has been shit! Complete fucking bullshit!” He snatched a pillow from the couch and hurled it as hard as he could at the wall.

Being a pillow, it simply bounced harmlessly to the floor.

“Fuck!” Indy had no idea why, but that only made him madder. “Fuck today! Fuck it! Right up the ass! No fucking lube! With a concrete dildo! Yeah! Wrapped in barbed wire!” He looked for something else to throw. “Got kidnapped by monsters, more monsters killed those monsters, including my boss, so my deal is fucked, and Mr. Heiss won’t give me a fucking new one, and yeah, I’m a little bit stressed!”

He hadn’t realized he was screaming until he saw how King, Dill, and even Aodnait were staring at him.

“Does someone need a hug…?”

It was Gammy!

She sounded far away, but it was definitely her voice.

“Gammy!” Indy jerked around. “Where are you?”

“Here…”

King rolled his eyes toward a painting on the wall. “There!”

The painting was of a muscular black bull standing in a ring of fire framed in gold, because of course it was.

Indy hurried there to yank it right off the wall. He hurled it to the floor, watching it shatter—there, much better—and then looked at the wall to find a sleek black safe. “Uh, so… Anybody know the code?”

“Try one, two, three, four!” King called out.

“Why would it be that?”

“Because it’s easy to remember. Obviously.”

Indy punched in the numbers. He rolled his eyes as the safe beeped angrily. “Any other bright ideas?”

“Several!” King sounded very pleased.

Indy stared.

“What?”

Indy waved frantically. “Do any of them involve opening the safe?”