I consent to be hunted.
I consent to be stripped.
I consent to be marked.
I consent to be owned.

These are the things I agree to when I sign up for the Hunt in the tunnels under Blackwell Falls.

But none of that prepares me to be stalked by the three men known as the Blackwell Butchers.

They’re huge. Inked. Deadly.

And they’ve decided I’m their prey.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’m in dire need of desperate measures — namely someone to take out the man responsible for my sister’s murder.

Now all I have to do is avoid being caught by the Butchers.

Outlast them for twenty-four hours, and they’ll become my avenging angels.

Let them catch me and I become their slave for three long months.

What could go wrong?

It's not a game... it's a Hunt.