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After the just-ended horror performance, Luigi pathologically bowed to the soldiers below one by one, as if he were an artist who had just completed his ultimate masterpiece, seeking the recognition and praise of the soldiers who were like the audience. His actions carried a twisted elegance, with each bow deeply etching the mark of his pathological mind. Then, like an actor satisfied with his own performance, he left the platform alone, without any nostalgia, preparing for the upcoming visit of Mario.
Guard Jerry, on the other hand, struggled to stand up from the blood-stained wooden platform after the crazy performance. His whole body was extremely sore, as if every bone was protesting the recent abuse. He felt as if his body had been pierced with several holes, and every movement felt like reopening a wound, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Jerry looked at Luigi's back in despair, feeling a sense of powerlessness and humiliation. At that moment, he deeply felt that even if he stood up again, he could not erase the shame he had just experienced. In his eyes, apart from pain and despair, there was also an indescribable emptiness, as if everything that had just happened had also destroyed his soul. On that bloody platform, Jerry deeply felt the dark side of human nature, and this feeling would become a shadow that he could never erase from his heart.
After the chilling performance ended, the soldiers below did not let Jerry off. They jeered at Jerry with mocking looks, and one of them loudly shouted, "Ha! Little servant, did you enjoy the performance just now? Do you like your master Luigi? Do you want to come to us, your masters, and have a 'special performance'?" With these words, a group of soldiers burst into laughter.
The laughter echoed in the empty outpost, each laugh feeling like a nail, piercing Jerry's already cracked heart. Their laughter and words were filled with contempt for the torment and pain he had endured, as if they were turning his humiliation into a spectacle for their own amusement.
Jerry stood there, exhausted and unable to respond to the mockery and laughter. His gaze was empty, filled with boundless humiliation, pain, and a hint of despair. In this insane world, his suffering had become entertainment for others, and his master's cruelty had become fodder for gossip. In this moment, Jerry keenly felt his own powerlessness and the world's cruelty.
Jerry's steps were heavy, as if each one was treading on invisible thorns, piercing his heart. He reached the edge of the wooden platform, gazing into the distance with a bewildered look. It was a world of freedom, but for him, it seemed so distant. His heart was filled with questions. Why did he have to endure such humiliation and pain? Why did such an outrage occur in broad daylight, becoming the soldiers' joke?
Deep within Jerry's heart, there was chaos. He knew that all this disgrace would become a hot topic in the camp, and people would gossip behind his back, making it impossible for him to hold his head high. What's worse, this humiliation would become an eternal mark in his life. Wherever he went, those mocking and disdainful looks would follow him like a shadow.
At that moment, Jerry felt a despair unlike anything he had ever experienced. He thought he was prepared to face death, but he didn't expect that there could be a torment even more unbearable than death. The social death, perhaps, is more painful for a soldier than physical death. In such an environment, Jerry felt as if his soul was being torn apart, unsure if he could ever find his once strong self again.
Jerry stood at the edge of a high platform, facing an endless void with boundless despair in his heart. His inner turmoil questioned whether taking this step would truly end it all. Would this brief and painful life come to an end here? With one foot hanging in the air, as if stepping into the threshold of another world, Jerry's heart raced, and his chaotic thoughts were like a tangled knot, difficult to unravel.
He recalled his original intention to join the army, the loyalty to his country, the longing for his family, and the anticipation for the future. But now, all of these have been devoured by the cruel reality, leaving only shame and despair. The mocking laughter from the high platform seemed to be the final straw, making it hard for him to breathe.
Tears uncontrollably streamed down Jerry's eyes, dropping onto the wooden planks beneath his feet, leaving scattered marks. At this moment, his heart felt like dead ashes, and all emotions seemed to have numbed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, trying to find the courage that had long gone. Should he really take this step? Or on this irreversible path, is there still a turning point waiting for him? Jerry lingered on the edge, struggling to find the answer.
Struggling to the brink of giving up everything, Jerry suddenly felt a powerful force pulling him back at the last moment. The force was strong and unwavering, preventing him from taking that final step even in the depths of despair. When he turned around, he saw Luigi with a devilish smile on his face, his eyes shimmering with an indescribable light.
Luigi's demonic voice echoed in Jerry's ears, "I won't let you die, my dear. I haven't had enough fun yet!" These words sent a chill down Jerry's spine, a fear deeper than facing death itself. Luigi forcefully pulled him to safety, his eyes fixed on Jerry as if to completely consume him.
Jerry only truly realized at this moment that Luigi's madness and cruelty far exceeded his imagination. The moment of escape did not represent liberation, but rather a plunge into another unpredictable abyss. Luigi's voice and that smiling face would become an indelible nightmare for him, a despair deeper than death spreading within his heart.
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