Martha’s heart pounded
Martha’s heartbeat was so loud in her ears that she could barely hear anything else. Her entire body was tense, her hand glued to the glass despite the pain. The team around her made the final tweaks to the setup, their faces tight with focus. “Almost ready,” George murmured, never taking his eyes off the scene unfolding before him.
The creature below seemed to sense the urgency and chaos above. It began to writhe even more violently, slamming against the sides of the glass in rapid bursts. Martha’s fingers trembled, but she held on, jaw clenched. “What if it gets loose?” she wondered, the horrifying thought flashing through her mind. But then she answered herself firmly. “We can’t let that happen. We won’t.”
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