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Lifting my arm with the blade, I slam it through his eye. His mouth opens on a gasp, and I watch as the light leaves his shit-brown gaze.

The guys drop his dead ass to the ground, and I give him a few more kicks for good measure.

Turning to Tray, he hands me my mask and I slip it back over my face.

“Okay, who's next?”

Chapter 9

Tray

I knew these people were crazy after what they did to Carrie’s abusers, but fuck. Fixing my mask, I make sure it’s glowing, then stalk between the trees. Someone screams, then laughs, and I shake my head.

They all think this is some elaborate game, but they don’t know the sheer amount of pain and gore they are about to witness. Carrie is scary at times, but Blakely… Fuck she’s terrifying.

Michael moves around me, but I notice he’s dragging his feet. “Not into it?” I ask him, and he shrugs.

I know he’s going through something. Hell, his twin just died, but he’s been acting strange the last few days. I know that if my brother was killed, I would want vengeance, but he seems almost happy at times.

“Seems pointless. Brian is gone and now we risk being caught and sent to the electric chair to avenge him?”

“I don't think they have the chair anymore. It's a lethal injection, and do you really think we will be caught?” I shake my head and laugh.

“If we were going to be caught it would have happened after the Murder House,” I muttered, then slide away from him.

How can he not want this? His brother was murdered in cold blood. He was the one to find his body!

“It's not worth it, Tray. Brian wouldn't have wanted this.”

“I have to disagree with that,” Blakely says, popping out of nowhere. Her mask is glowing red and her bodysuit’s zipper is low enough to see the swells of her cleavage.

She has blood splattered onto her pale skin and bloody lip prints along her neck.

Damn, what has she been up to?

Glancing at where I'm staring, she shrugs. “Im horny twenty-four-seven, and I have three amazing cocks to play with.”

“Hey, girl, I'm not judging. We just beat Craig to death, and Kier stabbed him through the eye.”

I still can't believe we did that, but the fucker deserved it. Like even when he knew he was going to die he couldn't put his bigotry to the side and say sorry.

“Oh, fun. Want to help me track down Ricky? I saw him stumbling through the woods,” Blakely says, and Bates groans.

“I thought we agreed on two kills, then you would take a water break and have a snack,” he mutters, and Blakely spins around so fast, I get dizzy.

“Listen, just because I chose to keep you around, doesn't mean you are the boss. I get it. I’m carrying precious cargo, and I would never harm my children, so shut the fuck up and you go eat a bloody Snickers or whatever.”

With that final word, she grabs my hand and pulls me through the fields, muttering about her asshole harem.

“I have raised Tiffany, Freddie and Margo. They happen to still be alive and happy. Like can't I just ever have a night off. We don't get to bash heads in anymore,” she complains, and I smile at how cute she is.

She is fucking terrifying, but in an adorable way.

We reach a group of people, who are stumbling around and whimpering.

“The spiders are going to get us. Please. Kill the spiders,” they beg, grabbing onto us.

I shove them to the ground and we watch as a few wobble over to the pits.

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