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I lifted my head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a tall Black man wearing a feathered hat slowly approaching. In his hand, he held a rough ceramic bowl filled with some liquid that had a pungent odor.
He squatted down in front of me, smiling as he looked at me, then softly spoke a few words in a language I couldn't understand. Although I couldn't comprehend his words, I could read the expression in his eyes. They were the eyes of a hunter, the eyes of a fierce beast!
Panic surged within me, and I opened my mouth to cry out. But just as I let out a few sobs, the Black man reached out, gently pinched my chin, and brought the bowl of foul-smelling liquid closer to my lips.
"Please, no... don't..." I shook my head vigorously, trying to avoid the bowl, but my body wouldn't obey; I could only watch helplessly as the bowl came nearer and nearer...
"Please, no... don't..." I screamed desperately, but it was futile; the liquid was forced into my mouth.
The liquid was bitter and astringent, with an overwhelming stench that made me cough uncontrollably. Yet the Black man paid no heed and continued to pour the liquid into my mouth.
"Cough cough cough..." I choked and coughed, but still managed to swallow a large amount of the liquid. A wave of nausea washed over me; my head spun, and I felt like I was going to vomit but couldn't.
I struggled fiercely, but my body was completely unresponsive, allowing that pungent liquid to fill my stomach...
I had no idea what it was, but at the moment that the liquid flowed into my stomach, a sharp pain surged through my limbs!
"Ah!" I cried out in pain, but what came out was the wail of an infant.
My vision began to blur as white mist gradually enveloped me. Terrified, I realized that my sight was being obscured by this white fog, and the figures around me started to sway...
I strained to open my eyes wider to see the Black man's face clearly, but all I could see was chaos. He nodded at me and then turned to walk over to a bed nearby.
With my last bit of strength, I widened my eyes and finally saw that there seemed to be someone lying on the bed next to me...
And that person seemed to be a child.
The tall man walked to the bedside, slowly bent down, and reached out his hand toward the child...
What is he doing? What does he want to do?
I looked at him in terror, a sense of foreboding rising in my heart.
The child seemed to sense something and suddenly began to cry, the sound heart-wrenching, making my heart feel like it was about to shatter.
"Don't, please don't..."
I wanted to scream loudly, but all that came out was the sound of an infant's wailing.
"Wah... wah... wah..."
I struggled desperately, but my body was tightly bound in swaddling clothes, unable to move at all.
I looked at the tall man in despair as he slowly extended his hand and pressed it against the child's head...
The child cried even harder, but the man's hand seemed to be glued to his head; no matter how much he cried and shouted, it was all in vain.
Finally, the man removed his hand from the child's head, and I saw that he seemed to be holding something...
And just like that, the child's cries abruptly stopped.
I stared blankly at the scene before me, finally seeing clearly what the tall man held in his hand.
He had actually taken the child's eyeball out while he was still alive!
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