Chapter 705 Paying the Price
Just now, Grace experienced that feeling of being wide awake, unable to breathe, but fully conscious.
The terror of watching time slip away, inching closer to death, was overwhelming."Grace, don't be afraid. Just cry it out."
"Don't worry, it's over now."
"We're safe."
Mark knew Grace was in a bad state, so he held back any further words.
He just looked at Linda and said, "We need to take care of things here. You take Grace to your room to rest."
"Okay, I'll leave this to you. Thank you."
"Alright."
After Linda helped Grace leave, only three people were left in the room: Mark, George, and Marlon, lying on the floor.
"Close the door, lock it, and don't let anyone in," Mark ordered coldly.
George knew this was a sign that something serious was about to happen.
He was a bit worried, knowing he couldn't persuade Mark, but he tried, "Mark, since Grace is okay now, maybe you should..."
"Maybe I should what?" Mark lifted his eyelids and looked at him coldly. "Are you trying to persuade me to let him go, to forgive and forget?"
George pursed his lips and said nothing more.
George shouldn't have spoken up in the first place.
Mark looked over again, "I'm giving you two choices now. First, you can leave and close the door from the outside. Second, you can stay here and watch, but you can't interfere with any of my decisions."
George immediately replied, "Second, I choose the second."
With that, George quickly closed the door and locked it from the inside.
At that point, all the curtains in the room were drawn.
Only the bathroom light was on, casting some light into the room.
But the room was very dark, and a gust of night wind blew, making the curtains flutter and adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Mark sat in a nearby armchair, wearing a black shirt. With the room so dark, his presence was almost undetectable.
George stood silently beside Mark, not saying a word.
Time flowed quietly.
More than an hour had passed.
Mark seemed extremely patient, maintaining his position, sitting motionless on the sofa.
George, however, couldn't hold it any longer. Cold sweat was already forming on his forehead, and he quickly wiped it away, speaking up, "We should..."
"Shh!" Mark's finger gently touched his lips, uttering a very light but dangerous word, "Wait."
"George, we don't need to do anything right now. We just need to wait quietly until he wakes up."
"But..."
George wisely shut his mouth halfway through his sentence.
Half an hour later, Marlon slowly woke up.
As soon as he woke up, a sharp pain shot through his forehead.
Marlon grimaced and rubbed his head hard.
Looking around, he found the room extremely dark.
Only the bathroom light was on.
The atmosphere was very strange.
And it was late at night.
Added the fluttering curtains, and shadows were cast on the walls, making it even more eerie and terrifying.
Marlon was confused. Suddenly seeing this scene, he screamed.
Then, he quickly tried to get up from the floor.
But whether it was from fear or something else, Marlon's whole body felt weak.
The more he tried to stand up, the more he felt he couldn't muster the strength, and he couldn't get up.
In the end, he could only crawl forward.
Marlon wanted to crawl to the door and open it to get out.
George stood beside Mark, seeing that he had no reaction, and could only hold his breath and wait quietly.
At that moment, Mark took out his phone and silently filmed Marlon crawling.
Marlon crawled closer and closer to the door. He reached for the doorknob, his hand trembling as he prepared to open it and escape.
Mark looked at George and gave him a look.
Suddenly, it felt like something grabbed Marlon's foot, and he stumbled and fell hard to the ground.
The first time, Marlon thought it was just his fear causing mistakes and hallucinations.
He told himself to stay calm and not overthink it.
But the second time, the third time...
Every time Marlon was about to open the door, it felt like something grabbed his foot and pulled him back.
Marlon was genuinely scared, his heart racing.
He held his breath, not daring to breathe loudly.
Sweat poured from his forehead, dripping down crazily.
He clasped his hands together, praying nonstop, "Please, whoever you are, let me go."
"Don't haunt me, please don't haunt me."
Just as he finished speaking, Mark took the rope and gave it a hard pull.
This time, Marlon slid to the ground.
At the same time, Marlon screamed frantically.
"Go away, don't touch me!"
"Don't come near me!"
The game was over.
Mark dropped the rope and took out a lighter, igniting a small flame.
Marlon was already extremely frightened, and now seeing a bit of light in the room made him even more terrified.
He covered his eyes, screaming and shouting frantically, and even started crying.
Finally, Mark couldn't hold back any longer.
In the darkness, his voice drifted into Marlon's ears, eerie and cold.
"Marlon, you're a grown man, and this is all the courage you have?"
"How embarrassing!"
Marlon heard the voice, and it was very familiar.
Suddenly, Marlon stopped crying and looked up sharply.
Pointing at Mark, he said, "Mark, is that you?"
"You bastard, how dare you scare me?"
With a snap of Mark's fingers, George turned on all the lights in the room.
Instantly, the room was as bright as day.
The sudden light made Marlon instinctively cover himself.
Mark got up from the sofa, his long legs moving steadily, walking slowly towards Marlon.
Finally, Mark's polished shoes stopped in front of him.
The next moment, Mark's gaze fell on the knife on the floor.
He bent down and slowly picked up the knife, then took out a tissue and carefully wiped it.
Wiping it several times, he finally bent down.
Suddenly, the knife was at Marlon's throat.
The sharp, gleaming blade pressed against Marlon's neck.
Mark's voice, light and cold as the wind, sounded in his ear.
"Marlon, alright. Now it's your turn to experience what Grace just went through."
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