Page 16 of Fed By Fear

The subtle tremors beneath my feet send anticipation rocketing through my insides. This presents a very rare opportunity. “You think we can have her?”

He nods. “Don’t let her leave, Hunt.”

An unexpected desperation shoots through my veins. “Tell me what I’m looking for.”

He laughs, moving to all fours and backing away until the shadows devour him. The glowing pink Xs of his eyes are the last thing to vanish. “Ghost girl, turning blue. How are we to forget you?”

Madness’s riddles always burn me up. This one is clear enough. We’ve been gifted a prize on this All Hallows’ Eve.

I’m forced out of my spinning thoughts when another group enters my room. Damn, I need more time to process what Madness said. My chainsaw comes to life. The foursome racing toward the exit gets the sloppy version of my act.

Turning blue.What does it mean?

Two bloody shins later, the foursome is finally limping outside. It’s not my fault they didn’t move in time. Madness got me riled up. It triggered my monster. My movements are too quick when I’m this excited. If I don’t tone it down, I’ll be severing heads.

Talking to a ghost. Imagine, here. On Halloween.

A group of five boys in matching navy jackets get even less caution than the last group. A gnarly gash slices the shoulder of a wailing idiot in a Scream mask. The arm hangs limp as his friends usher him out.

That one was too far, I admit. He might end up losing that limb. They halt the house again, leaving the lights off while they clean up the mess at the exit. Red flashing beyond the curtain signals an ambulance has been called.

Dammit, Hunt. If they shut us down before she gets here, it will be all your fault.

A hand shoots from the darkness, fisting my shirt and hauling me into the corner. “Why the hell do I smell so much blood?”

Gator props the pig mask on top of his half-shaved head. The shoulder-length side of his black hair falls forward, casting a shadow over his human features. I always forget how many piercings his human shell has. Snake bites beneath his lower lips, a bull’s hoop through the septum, a chain across the bridge of his nose, and two bars in his right eyebrow.

“Accidents.” Shit, I sound like Madness now.

“Multiple? Did you kill any?”

My gaze flicks to his mouth. Even though I can’t see it right now, I know there’s also a bar in his tongue.

He tracks the motion, green eyes glowing in the darkness. “Fuck, Hunt. I offered earlier, you stubborn prick.”

My body is flushed from the terror and woundsmy chainsaw induced. Blood singes my nostrils. Raw fear and pain consume my brain. “There’s a girl.”

“Shut up.” Gator drops to his knees, unbuttoning my jeans. “I’ve seen her. But if you don’t get it together, you won’t get the chance.”

The room pulses around me. “It’s hard tonight.”

Gator reaches for my cock. “It sure fucking is. You have one minute to come and then you and Madness both owe me when this is done.”

“Fine.”

“And you’ll pay your debts at the same time,” he clarifies, emerald eyes flickering up at me.

My cock jumps. “Who’s taking care ofyouin the meantime?”

“Please. I can actually control my sexual urges. And I’m saving every bit of cum for her.”

Oh that’s a striking visual. I don’t even know what she looks like. Still, I can picture my cum dripping out of her sore and swollen holes. Glorious and filthy. “I want to?—”

“No. You’re giving every bit of cum tome. Right now.” Gator grins and dips out his tongue. The metal bar flicks against the underside of my head. It’s easy to forget just how sensitive humans are to touch.

My head falls back as he repeats the action, moving the bar over the tip and back underneath.

“Hunt?”