Page 25 of Hunted, Season Three

I nudge the side of the corpse with the tip of my foot to verify McAdams is dead, dead.“Looks like he was mauled to death by wild animals.”

“Technically,” Rabbit cheekily peers up at me, dirt caked on her face like cheap makeup, “he was.”

Agreed.

Things did get a bit unhinged.

Throat, bone, and ball crushing were allfairlytame in comparison to watching my future wife gouge out his other eye and my future husband piss in the hole.

And while weprobablycould’ve stopped there – fuck, probablyshould’ve– we didn’t.

I peeled away hunks of his flesh, The Kid snapped off extremities like he was clipping his fucking toenails, and Rabbit fed him whatever was left of his own dick post her crushing.

We’re talkin’actuallyfed him despite the fact he had already croaked.

She shoved bits into his mouth and then moved his jaw, forcing him to chew.

It was fucked up.

But funny.

And even more fucked up that we found it funny.

Rather him than us, right?

“What now?”The Kid inquiries from the other side of our woman.

“Now?”Lowering to a squat precedes my hands landing on the lifeless figure.“We roll the motherfucker off the edge.”

There’s no hesitation in the two of them to take similar stances to aid in the disposal process.

Together, we shove the remains over the nearby cliff, collectively watching it roll from the steep hilltop we’re perched on into the thick greenery below where it’ll become food or fertilizer or both.

I hope for both.

Not only because then there’s less “evidence” of a crime but because he took so much from this fucking world.

His psychotic ass should give something back.

Karma.

Or…karmatic justice.

Whatever that shit’s called.

Post the echoes of a thud, the three of us relocate further away, and flop onto the cold, hard ground, exhausted.

Proud.

Liberated.

“We did it,” my best friend declares at the same time his leaner frame wilts from fatigue.“We finally crossed the fucking finish line.”

I do the only thing I can.

I toss him a half-hearted grin.

Fact is…it’snotover.

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