Page 8 of Demons Dig Donuts

It looked uncomfortable for him.

“What in the world is going on?” Gammy passed through the walls to barge in. “Oh! We have company. How lovely.”

Mr. Heiss flinched in surprise.

Probably wasn’t expecting an old lady ghost with wild purple hair and a flamingo nightgown.

He recovered quickly, pointing at Indy. “You have something of mine. The ring. Now.”

“Yeah, about that.” Indy wiggled his hand. “It won’t come off.”

“I can take care of that.” Mr. Heiss beckoned Indy over.

An invisible force seized Indy around his middle, pulling him toward Mr. Heiss.

“Hey! Let go of him!” Gammy snapped. “You wanna get banished? This is how you get banished, mister!”

“It’s fine.” Indy didn’t struggle, though he did sigh in annoyance. Unfortunately, he was used to demons and other monsters dragging him around with their stupid powers. “Just let him take the damn thing, okay? Maybe he can actually get it off.”

Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s wrist and pulled on the ring.

As before, it didn’t budge.

Mr. Heiss frowned, and the tips of his claws glowed. He tried again to pull it, but harder this time.

“Ow?” Indy made a face. “Do I at least get a safe word?”

Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes and twisted Indy’s wrist.

“Hey! Ow, fucker.” Indy tried to pull back. “Feels like you’re trying to take my damn hand off.”

“That is exactly what I am doing, so hold still—”

“Fuck you very much!” Indy snarled.

“Oh no!” Gammy immediately drew the start of a big ward around Mr. Heiss’s feet on the floor.

Mr. Heiss nodded his head and the ward shattered.

“That’s very rude!” Gammy barked, immediately drawing another one.

“Better let go,” Indy warned, bringing his thumb to the nail that held a bubble of salt.

“Oh?” Mr. Heiss twisted harder. “Or else what?”

“Because I will absolutely jam a pillar of salt up your dick hole—”

“I would love to see you try—”

Thump.

The pickle had hurled itself right at Mr. Heiss’s face and then hit the floor.

Mr. Heiss was so startled that he let go of Indy, sputtering, “Excuse me?”

Indy retreated backward and stumbled right through Gammy. “Ha! Take that!”

Gammy solidified her hands so she could steady him. “Are you all right, sweetie?”