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The monster's black tentacles coiled around Mocus's neck like cold chains, tightening their grip. The tentacles writhed incessantly, resembling thousands of worms crawling frantically over his skin, burrowing into his clothes, exuding a foul stench of decay. Mocus felt the icy touch gradually eroding his body; his face flushed red from lack of oxygen, his eyes filled with extreme terror and pain.
"Help! Help me!" Mocus screamed hoarsely, his voice laced with despair, but it grew weaker as the tentacles constricted further. He clawed desperately at the writhing appendages, trying to tear them away from his neck, but their strength far exceeded his imagination. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not budge them an inch.
The monster's face bore a human outline, yet it was no longer a normal human visage. Its eyes were hollow and lifeless, and the black entities writhing beneath its skin made it appear grotesque. Its mouth gaped wide, emitting a deep and terrifying roar that sounded less like a human voice and more like a growl from the depths of hell, filled with primal malice and rage.
Jonas's heart raced as he aimed his gun at the creature, knowing he had to be extremely careful when firing; one misstep could injure Mocus. His gaze was calm yet focused as he searched for an opportune moment to shoot amidst the monster's rapid movements. Each second of delay meant Mocus's life was slipping away faster.
"Isabella!" Jonas shouted urgently, his voice betraying his tension and desperation. "Get Samuel out of the way! Hurry!"
Isabella jolted awake at Jonas's voice, her hands trembling with fear, but she knew she had to act quickly. She forced herself to look away from the horrifying creature and turned towards the unconscious Samuel, gripping his shoulders tightly as she tried to drag him away from the danger.
"Move!" Jonas yelled again, his eyes still fixed on the monster. He knew he had to make a decision in that moment; otherwise, Mocus would perish before his eyes.
Finally gritting her teeth, Isabella pulled Samuel into the corner of the compartment, striving to distance herself from the suffocating source of fear. Her heart raced violently, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, but she had to remain calm because she understood that this terrifying ordeal was far from over.
Meanwhile, Jonas's finger was firmly on the trigger, the gun slightly shaking as he aimed at the potentially lethal creature. The atmosphere in the compartment was tense to its breaking point; everyone felt the shadow of death looming overhead. Jonas knew that every decision he made could alter the outcome of this life-and-death struggle.
Raymond and several other mercenaries had already trained their guns on the bizarre black monster; however, an unsettling chill ran through them. This creature surpassed any threat they had ever encountered before, leaving them unable to predict what would happen next. Even seasoned veterans felt nervous at this moment, their fingers trembling slightly on their gun grips as they fought to suppress their inner fears.
Mocus's agonized screams echoed within the compartment; his voice was hoarse and desperate, creating an invisible pressure on everyone present. The black monster's tentacles coiled around his neck and limbs like living venomous snakes, rendering him immobile. He could feel them writhing beneath his skin as if searching for the most vulnerable spot to deliver a fatal blow.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Mocus caught sight of a tentacle slowly approaching his face. His pupils dilated in horror as fear surged within him. The tip of that tentacle split open to reveal an exceptionally grotesque maw resembling a gaping mouth filled with sharp teeth. The mouth opened and closed repeatedly with a faint yet eerie clicking sound, as if mocking his helplessness.
Mocus was nearly driven mad by the sight before him, his sanity teetering on the edge as he felt everything with stark clarity. He knew that if that tentacle got too close, his eyes would be the first to be devoured. "No! No! I will be killed! Help me!" he screamed in despair, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear and pain.
Raymond's breathing quickened, his gaze fixed tightly on the monster's movements, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. He watched as the tentacle drew closer to Mocus's face, even imagining the horrific scene that would unfold next. This unpredictable terror made the gun in his hand tremble slightly, but he forced himself to stay calm, trying to find a way to save Mocus.
The other mercenaries were equally tense, their fingers gripping the triggers tightly, but none dared to fire for fear of hitting Mocus. Everyone could sense the danger and strangeness of this creature, as if it could read their fears and revel in them.
Mocus's screams grew more piercing, the fear in his eyes becoming increasingly evident. His gaze was completely consumed by that grotesque maw, unable to escape the impending threat of death. The writhing of the tentacles quickened, almost touching his eyeball, as if the monster was eager to consume his life.
The air inside the compartment felt frozen; everyone held their breath, filled with despair and fear. The scene resembled a nightmare from hell, and they were being gradually swallowed by the abyss of this nightmare. Raymond and the other mercenaries understood that time was running out; they had to make a decision immediately, or Mocus would be forever trapped in this terrifying fate.
Jonas took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm amidst the chaos and fear. He knew there was no time to hesitate; Mocus's life was slipping away rapidly, and the monster before them was an unknown threat—uncertain whether a normal attack would be effective. He quickly analyzed the situation, focusing on the creature's head while calculating possible outcomes.
This monster was clearly something that had taken control of a human. Beneath its human facade lay a horrifying distortion and mutation. Jonas knew that delaying would only worsen the situation; this threat had to be dealt with swiftly, or Mocus would be utterly destroyed. However, he also couldn't be sure if attacking this creature's head would have the same effect as it would on a human.
In this rapidly changing situation, Jonas realized he had to make a decision. His heart raced, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, but his gun remained steady as he aimed at the creature's grotesquely twisted head. The monster's tentacles were still tightly wrapped around Mocus, drawing ever closer to his eyes as if ready to snatch away his life in an instant.
Jonas's voice was low yet powerful as he shouted, "Mocus! Don't move!"
Mocus heard Jonas's command and widened his eyes in terror. Despite trembling all over from fear, he forced himself to remain as still as possible. He knew that his only hope rested in Jonas's hands, and Jonas understood that this shot had to be precise—there could be no mistakes.
Jonas took a deep breath, fingers tightening on the trigger, his gaze focused and calm as if the world around him had come to a standstill at that moment. He knew he had to pull the trigger; he could not hesitate any longer or Mocus would be devoured by this grotesque monster right before his eyes.
"Now!" Jonas whispered in his mind before decisively pulling the trigger.
The gunfire erupted like thunder within the carriage, echoing in everyone's ears. The bullets shot out at an incredible speed, flying straight toward the monster's twisted head, striking its forehead with precision. Everyone in the carriage held their breath, watching this scene unfold before their eyes.
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