A-Tuo's breathing had become rapid, and the feathers on his back seemed alive, trembling with his fluctuating emotions. The tips of each feather felt like countless needles piercing his skin, as if injecting some strange toxin into his back. He could no longer endure the pain, but there was no way to escape, no way to return to the normal world.
In the mirror, his face was contorted, his eyes filled with fear, and he looked like a puppet controlled by some dark force. The feather that had pierced his back had already begun to spread within his body, like a living thing crawling through his veins. With every heartbeat, it felt like a curse resonating, causing his chest to burn with intense pain.
He wanted to turn and flee, but he found himself unable to move. The air around him became thick, like a massive stone pressing down on his chest. Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in his ear, as if it came from countless hollow spaces, low and eerie, as if from another world.
"Do you think you can escape?"
The voice didn’t come from any one person but seemed to seep from the very air, omnipresent. A-Tuo's eyes widened in horror as he tried to scream, but his throat was choked by some invisible force, unable to produce any sound. He felt his body gradually losing control, every feather’s pain intensifying, even beginning to grow within his muscles like decaying roots, corroding every inch of his skin.
He spun around abruptly, but saw nothing. The air was thick with the smell of rot, the scent of death. The walls began to tremble, as if some unknown force was closing in. A-Tuo’s heart pounded violently, and he could hear his blood roaring in his ears, as if countless dark creatures were crawling within him. Each heartbeat felt like an eerie whisper, intertwining and sending shivers down his spine.
"You are mine." The voice sounded again, this time clearer, as if coming from deep within his own body.
Suddenly, a violent pain shot through his back, as though a steel needle had pierced his spine, leaving him almost paralyzed. As the pain spread, he felt like a torn cloth, slowly collapsing into pieces.
He looked down and saw his fingers deforming, feathers sprouting from his joints, growing increasingly monstrous, as if squeezed into shape by some unknown force. The tips of these feathers emitted faint sounds, like grinding against bone, tormenting him with unbearable pain. Even worse, his vision began to blur, and everything around him seemed to twist. The air itself became unreal, and only those deep, black eyes lingered in his mind.
"I will never let you go."
The voice dripped with resentment, like a whisper from the depths of hell. A-Tuo wanted to scream, but his voice was smothered, buried beneath layers of thick dirt, unable to form a single sound. His vision dimmed further, and every cell in his body screamed in resistance, yet he couldn't escape the grip of the dark force.
Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered, and A-Tuo saw his reflection in the mirror, but it was no longer him. It was a strange face with hollow eyes, mouth open to reveal a row of sharp teeth, like a monster crawling out of the shadows. The human-like form twisted and contorted, becoming even more terrifying, as if replaying the process of death over and over in front of him.
He wanted to flee, but his legs were too weak, his entire body held fast by the cold, oppressive force, unable to move. The feather tips seemed to grow in every corner of his body, binding him, an unbreakable shackle that continued to lengthen and multiply.
"You will become part of me, never to escape." The voice echoed once more, this time filled with death and cold indifference.
A-Tuo closed his eyes, silent tears sliding down his cheeks. All his struggles were in vain. He could no longer feel his body; his soul had long since been devoured by the invisible darkness.
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