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Marbury's face hung upside down in midair, swollen veins threatening to burst, skin reddened from the rush of blood, and his eyes devoid of life, reflecting sheer terror. He resembled a discarded marionette, limbs weakly swaying. In his pupils, Hunter's gaunt face appeared, adorned with a bizarre smile reminiscent of an exaggerated clown, the corners of his mouth twisted at an almost grotesque angle. The two locked eyes, creating an incredibly horrifying and absurd tableau—one utterly broken and the other completely deranged, their gaze filled with despair and malevolence.
"Hahaha... look at you, how pathetic," Hunter's maniacal laughter pierced the air, sharp and venomous, the madness in his eyes burning ever brighter. He extended his bony hand and brutally grasped Marbury's face, forcing his jaw open. Marbury could not resist; despair glimmered in his eyes as he lost all control, allowing Hunter to dictate his fate.
"Come on, let me taste your fear..." Hunter said coldly, his twisted smile deepening as he suddenly pressed his mouth against Marbury's lips. In that moment, Marbury's body shook violently; terror intensified in his gaze as if his soul were being seized, the deepest fears within him unearthed.
Hunter's lips pressed hard against Marbury's, not as if kissing but performing some sort of wicked ritual. He greedily sucked on Marbury's lips like a starving wolf desperate to absorb his inner fear and soul. His tongue slid into Marbury's mouth, sickeningly licking his teeth and tongue as if every inch of contact immersed him in endless pleasure. The taste of blood and fear exhilarated Hunter like never before.
"Mm... hahahaha..." Hunter emitted a bone-chilling laugh as he continued to suck on Marbury's lips, as if trying to drain his very essence. His frail body trembled with excitement; the smile on his face grew increasingly savage while madness and evil flickered in his eyes. Hunter’s actions were filled with insanity and possessiveness; he seemed to be siphoning some invisible energy from Marbury’s soul bit by bit.
Marbury’s gaze became increasingly hollow; his entire body trembled as if sensing that his soul was being extracted by Hunter’s twisted actions. He could no longer produce any sound; only weak gasps and whimpers escaped him as he teetered on the brink of complete collapse. Hunter’s nauseating kiss blurred his consciousness, draining him of vitality in that moment.
The surrounding darkness seemed to revel in this madness; the rustling sounds in the forest grew more frantic, as if cheering for this absurd and evil act. Whispers became more fervent, like countless spirits lurking in the shadows observing everything, waiting for this sacrificial act to reach its climax. Hunter’s movements remained filled with possessiveness, akin to a fervent devotee offering sincere reverence to the darkness and evil he worshipped.
Hunter’s mouth exuded a putrid stench reminiscent of decaying food mixed with countless excrement; the odor assaulted Marbury’s nostrils, overwhelming him with unprecedented nausea and suffocation. He gagged painfully as that revolting scent caused spasms in his throat; bile churned within him but refused to escape. Hunter’s hands gripped Marbury’s face tightly like sharp claws, pinning him down so he could not escape this torment.
Marbury struggled to break free; however, suspended upside down with ropes tightly binding his ankles left him helplessly dangling in midair. His arms flailed weakly like dying wings trying to beat against the air, but Hunter’s grip remained ironclad on his cheeks. Fear and disgust flooded Marbury’s heart, but more than that was an overwhelming sense of despair at being unable to escape.
In that instant, a sharp pain suddenly pierced through his abdomen. Marbury’s pupils dilated as an unbearable agony surged within him—a sensation akin to a cold blade ruthlessly stabbing into his gut. He felt the icy metal break through skin and muscle, plunging straight into his innards.
"Ah..." Marbury attempted to scream; however, the sound lodged in his throat transformed into a low groan of pain. Blood gushed forth wildly with the knife's entry, splattering across Hunter's skeletal face. Marbury trembled violently; he felt blood pouring from the wound, rapidly draining what little life force remained within him. His vision began to blur; everything faded into a murky darkness.
Hunter's laughter grew more arrogant as he reveled in the creation before him, indulging in this wicked feast. His mouth still bore a mad grin; he licked the bloodied lips as if that metallic taste was the sweetest flavor imaginable. The knife remained buried in Marbury’s belly; its handle quivered slightly with each of Hunter’s movements as blood flowed endlessly from the wound like an unceasing spring.
Marbury felt his body rapidly growing cold, the sensation in his limbs gradually fading away, leaving only an indescribable agony burning wildly in his abdomen. He tried to grit his teeth, but the pain was unbearable, and he could only cry out in anguish. His breathing became rapid and chaotic, each inhalation feeling like swallowing icy blades. He sensed his life ebbing away bit by bit, unable to stop it, as blood gushed from his body.
"Ah..." he let out another pained moan, tears, mucus, and blood mingling together, making his face a filthy mess. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the deadly grip, but Hunter's terrifying strength rendered him immobile. Marbury could only watch Hunter's maniacal grin, feeling himself sinking deeper into the abyss of death.
Hunter gazed at Marbury's painful struggles, his smile growing increasingly feral. He was no longer an ordinary man but a demon reveling in pain and death. To him, Marbury's cries and wails were the most exquisite symphony, a hymn he offered to the dark powers. He cradled Marbury's face as if admiring a perfect work of art.
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