"I was pretty sure I’d had sex with Mallory Worner, which would’ve been great, really—Who finally got laid? Pincer-monster me, folks!—but I was also pretty sure we’d killed someone last night…"

 

Triple-Six hasn't exactly had the best week. His semi-girlfriend, Mallory, framed him for a murder.  His already-freakish body is mutating uncontrollably. He's rotting away in a solitary confinement cell. His only chance of escape? Summoning an undead serial killer from Hell. 

 

Lorraine Worner. Texan pyromaniac. Killer arsonist. Mallory's mother. So, the mother-in-law from Hell.

 

He bargains with her. If she can’t kill him in three days, she’ll remove his Hands—the paralyzing pincers that’ve ruined Triple-Six’s life thus far. 

All he has to do is run.

 

Plunged into the politics of Hell, souls, and late-stage demonic puberty, Triple-Six must embrace the horror of his own origins if he wants to throw Lorraine Worner back into Hell for good.