"Huff... Huff..." Jack Thompson gasped heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably, with waves of spasms coming from his stomach, making his face as pale as paper. However, he also keenly felt that the fishhook was no longer in his stomach but stuck in his esophagus! This brought a glimmer of hope to his heart, believing that if he could just endure a little longer, he might break free from this deadly torture.
He turned his head with difficulty, looking at the timer beside him, his eyes filled with tension and urgency. Ten seconds left! Time was slipping away like sand in an hourglass, with very little remaining. Jack Thompson knew clearly that he no longer had time to hesitate or pause. He had to pull out the fishhook in one go, or else only death awaited him.
He gritted his teeth, a determined expression on his face, and yanked the fishing line hard!
