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Eileen pulled out the pistol from her waist, her fingers gliding nervously over the cold metal surface, her heart racing with anxiety. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, the gun's muzzle wavering as she struggled to steady her aim at Raphael. At that moment, the weapon felt unbearably heavy, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Regret flooded her mind; she cursed herself for not having obtained a gun license earlier. If only she had trained sooner, she wouldn't be in such a desperate situation now. The circumstances left no room for hesitation; she had to stop this insane sacrifice at this critical moment.
Suddenly, Diego Montoro let out a roar, as if announcing the beginning of some ritual. The dagger in Raphael's hand glinted ominously in the candlelight as he thrust it downward, aiming for Mark's groin. A wave of despair and anger surged within Eileen; she knew that her decision at this moment would determine Mark's fate.
Time seemed to slow down as everything unfolded before her. Eileen's heartbeat thundered in her ears, her eyes locked onto Raphael's movements. Her finger tightened around the trigger as she fought to steady her breathing and regain her composure.
"Come on, Eileen, hurry!" she urged herself inwardly, and finally, her finger pressed down hard on the trigger.
The gunshot echoed through the church, deafening in its intensity. Eileen felt the recoil of the gun as the bullet flew from the chamber, hurtling straight toward Raphael. Her gaze was fixed on the speeding bullet, filled with hope and prayer.
The bullet arced through the air, aimed directly at Raphael's chest. However, due to her nerves and trembling hands, it veered off course. The bullet struck Raphael's right eye with a sickening thud, blood spraying out instantly and staining the burlap sack on his head. His body jolted violently, and for a moment, it seemed as if time had frozen.
Raphael's expression was one of shock and agony; he staggered backward a few steps, dropping the dagger from his hand with a sharp clatter. The townspeople fell silent at that moment, as if everything had come to a standstill.
Eileen felt a wave of relief wash over her; she still held the gun tightly in her grip. She knew that this shot had saved Mark and themselves. But she also understood that this battle was far from over.
The townspeople turned their furious gazes toward Eileen, their eyes filled with rage and hatred. They began to stir restlessly, seemingly preparing to pounce on Eileen and Lisa. Taking a deep breath, Eileen tightened her grip on the gun, ready to face the impending challenge.
Diego Montoro stood on the platform, his smile turning icy in an instant. A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes as he appeared both furious and exhilarated by this sudden turn of events. Isabella continued to hold up her conductor's baton, a hint of unease crossing her face, yet she did not stop directing the choir's chanting.
Raphael knelt on the ground, his right eye soaked in blood that stained the burlap sack on his head. He pressed hard against his injured eye, gasping in pain but still radiating menace. With a fierce shout, he declared, "This pain... is nothing at all!" He then pointed vehemently toward Eileen and Lisa on the second floor, his eyes brimming with endless hatred and fury.
The townspeople reacted to the sound, like a pack of obedient hunting dogs, swiftly turning towards the staircase and rushing up. Erin and Lisa's hearts raced as they watched the frenzied crowd of villagers charge toward them, filled with fear and helplessness. They didn't know what to do, only gripping each other's hands tightly, seeking comfort and courage from one another.
On the platform, Diego Montoro was dancing wildly, as if possessed by some ecstatic frenzy. His hands waved in the air, his face displaying a sickly excitement, shouting repeatedly, "They're coming! They're coming!" His voice was filled with fervor, echoing ominously throughout the church.
Erin's grip on her gun remained firm; she knew this was not the time for hesitation. She quickly glanced at Lisa, her eyes conveying a resolute determination. "We have to get out of here!" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly but filled with courage.
Lisa nodded, her heart also brimming with resolve. They understood that no matter how many difficulties and dangers lay ahead, they had to escape this mad place, save Mark, and unravel the mystery behind it all.
The footsteps of the townspeople grew louder, and Erin and Lisa quickly scanned their surroundings for any possible escape route. The staircase was already blocked by the villagers; they knew they had to find another way out.
Erin's gaze fell on a window not far away. She pointed quickly, signaling for Lisa to follow her. "Over there!" she whispered before moving swiftly toward the window.
They tried to break through the encircling townspeople, but the crowd surged like a tide, making it impossible to find even a sliver of an escape. The villagers' arms reached out toward them, attempting to grab them as if wanting to pull them back to the altar. Erin felt a wave of suffocation wash over her; her heart raced with only one thought: escape.
"Come on, Erin!" Lisa whispered urgently in her ear, fear lacing her voice.
Erin clenched her teeth, striving to calm herself. She knew this was not the time for fear; she had to focus and find a way out. Her gaze returned to the window nearby, a glimmer of hope flashing in her mind.
"We have to go that way!" Erin said softly to Lisa before pushing through the villagers blocking their path with all her strength as she moved toward the window.
The shouts and footsteps of the townspeople grew closer; despair and terror gripped Erin and Lisa. They knew they had to find an escape route quickly or risk being caught by these frenzied villagers and becoming the next sacrifices.
Just as they were about to reach the window, a group of townspeople suddenly surged forward, blocking their way. Erin and Lisa's hearts sank as they felt a wave of hopelessness wash over them.
Erin and Lisa stood before the window, so close yet so far, as the townspeople formed a thick wall, blocking their path and leaving them utterly helpless. They exchanged a glance filled with despair and fear.
Erin tried to push through the crowd, but every movement was swiftly halted. The townspeople's hands gripped their arms like iron claws, their faces alight with fervor. Erin and Lisa felt a wave of suffocation wash over them, their hearts sinking in hopelessness.
Suddenly, a crackling sound erupted from behind the church, as if something had fallen. A thick cloud of smoke billowed toward them, accompanied by flickering flames that spread rapidly. Erin caught a whiff of acrid smoke, her heart tightening as she realized time was running out.
They turned to look behind them and saw flames beginning to engulf the rear of the church. The fire grew larger, thick smoke filling the entire building, the air heavy with the scent of burning. Erin and Lisa felt another wave of suffocation; they knew it wouldn't be long before the flames reached the main hall.
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