Hannaford Prep: The Complete Series

by J. Bree

Caught him in the throat and the cunt squirted blood all the fuck over us like in the movies. Was so fucking cool,

He laughs. “Kid, I live for this shit. I even got to torture the last guy. I julienned him as if I were a sous chef and he was nothing but a fucking carrot. I’ll send you the tape, looks fucking sick.”

I wake the next morning to three large boxes at our door labeled, ‘not heads’ in Illi’s scrawling handwriting.

I look down and my heart jumps into my throat as I stare down into the vacant, lifeless eyes of Joseph Beaumont Jr. Joey is dead. Fuck.