As time ticked away second by second, Mark, who had been fiercely struggling and resisting, gradually lost his strength and softened. His limbs hung weakly as he knelt on the ground, his cries of pain slowly weakening until finally falling silent.
The room echoed with the chilling sound of the electric saw's rotation, and Mark's head had already been halfway sawed through. His scalp and flesh rolled outward, faintly revealing the white bones inside. The red liquid mixed with yellow-white brain matter dripped into the groove, symbolizing the ebbing of life.
Finally, with the countdown having only thirty seconds left, the red liquid in the beaker reached halfway up the scale. The wires at both ends were immersed in this red liquid, and the circuit was finally completed.
Then, as the hydraulic lock was powered, it made a "clack" sound and began to contract. The tightly shut iron door slowly opened with a creaking noise, as if declaring the end of a phase.
