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Hunter slowly turned around, his eyes becoming colder and crazier. His eyes fell on Marbury hanging upside down in the tree, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable ecstasy and madness. The young man hanging in the air struggled and cried, his eyes full of fear and helplessness, just like a prey in despair, waiting for the ultimate judgment of the predator. All this seems to be the most perfect picture in Hunter's eyes. Marbury's crying and wailing sounds are no longer painful in his ears, but a beautiful piece of music for the great things he is about to accomplish. Making the final preparations. Hunter's genitals trembled slightly in the moonlight, and the swelling was even more terrifying. It was not because of sexual desire, but because his whole body and mind were immersed in this indescribable excitement. This is an indescribable pleasure that comes from control, from power, and from the premonition that he is about to accomplish something big. His whole body trembled with the power that he was about to control the lives of others, as if every pore was cheering for this passionate desire. He held the knife that shone with cold light tightly in his hand, and the blade reflected a strange light under the moonlight. Hunter walks towards Marbury step by step, every step is like the approach of death, slow and ruthless. There was a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, and the ecstasy and pleasure in his eyes became more and more obvious. "Ah...this sound..." Hunter murmured to himself, as if he was intoxicated with himself. The cry of Marbury was no longer a plea in his ears, but a kind of welcome, a kind of joyful music. His laughter became more and more crazy, as if he was being responded to by some indescribable force deep in the universe. The whispers of spirits coming from the trees intertwined with Marbury's wails, forming a crazy symphony that made Hunter completely lose control of his spirit. He raised his head and looked at the silver-white moon. The moon seemed to become brighter and brighter in his eyes, as if the entire night sky was dyed with blood. His eyes were filled with the ecstasy of victory, as if this was the most glorious moment of his life - a great sacrifice was about to be completed, and he was about to welcome the power from darkness. "Did you hear that?" Hunter whispered, to Marbury, but mostly to himself. "This is what you heard - the most beautiful sound in the world." His hand waved the sharp knife gently, cold light flashed in his hand, he walked slowly but firmly, slowly approaching Marbury , like a priest who is about to complete his great work, his steps are steady and with a sense of ritual. Hunter's eyes wandered over Marbury like poisonous snakes, admiring the young life hanging upside down in front of him and admiring his helpless struggle. Marbury cried loudly, fear completely breaking his defenses, and his wailing became more and more harsh, as if his whole body was trembling for his inescapable fate. However, in Hunter's ears, these sounds were like a perfect welcome - welcoming him, accepting him, as the master of this sacrifice. His heartbeat accelerated, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling with the pleasure of victory. "Cry...keep crying..." Hunter whispered, with a crazy smile on his lips. "This...is exactly what I want." Marbury collapsed. His body trembled violently as the rope swayed, and tears and snot flowed across his face like a flood, mixed with sweat and leaving sticky marks on his pale face. Fear swallowed up all his reason, and he fell completely into extreme despair and pain. It was as if all emotions collapsed at this moment, and his brain could no longer process the nightmare in front of him. His throat had become hoarse from wailing for a long time, and his voice had become weak and broken. "Don't... don't..." he murmured weakly, his voice barely audible. This is no longer a cry for help, but a completely desperate man fighting a pointless struggle with death. The muscles all over his body were tense, and fear made his limbs numb, making him unable to continue struggling. He felt absolutely powerless, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this fate. As the fear deepens, Marbury finally loses control. His bladder could no longer be controlled, and a warm stream flowed out of his pants. Urine soaked through his clothes and dripped on his hanging head. The cold liquid flowed down his cheeks. Marbury's face was soaked with liquid mixed with tears, snot, and urine. The slippery feeling made him feel a mixture of humiliation and fear, and his dignity completely collapsed at this moment.
He cried out, his voice trembling with sobs, tears blurring his vision as he looked at the approaching madman. His mind was a chaotic mess, devoid of any means of escape or courage to fight back; all choices had been stripped away, leaving only the despair of waiting. His cries were filled with helplessness and fear, a terror that no person could face rationally, an evil that could utterly shatter one’s spirit.
It was this pain and complete surrender that seemed to make the surrounding darkness more alive. Marbury's pitiful state appeared even more desolate in the pitch-black night. The forest echoed with rustling sounds, as if countless souls were watching him from the shadows, reveling in his misery. The noise resembled fits of mad laughter, reverberating across the barren clearing. Each sound mocked his weakness, as if anticipating his ultimate destruction.
“Hahaha… Hahaha…” Those voices seemed to whisper coldly, like specters in the darkness celebrating the impending sacrifice. The sounds grew increasingly frantic and clear, resembling conversations among themselves, or perhaps a celebration of the horrific ritual nearing completion. Each rustle carried a chill and darkness, as if spirits were crawling up from the depths of the earth, drawing closer step by step.
Marbury could sense their presence; they were no longer mere phantoms hidden in the dark but real horrors that could be touched. He widened his eyes in terror, scanning his surroundings for a way out, but the oppressive darkness and frenzied atmosphere suffocated him, making it hard to breathe.
“Help me… please help me…” His voice grew fainter in the darkness, as if his soul had already been eroded by these evil sounds, leaving any hope of escape feeling utterly remote.
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