He was completely engulfed.
He didn't even have a chance to resist; Xu Xiangyang instinctively placed his hands on his chest, opened his mouth wide to shout, but the surging blood flooded into his mouth, poured into his throat, filled every corner of his body, soaking his heart and lungs in this ghastly current.
There was some pain... yet it wasn't unbearable; it was a dull ache. With each breath, he felt a burning sensation in his chest.
He realized that, as the water level in the room rose, his body slowly began to float from where he was.
Xu Xiangyang tried to open his eyes wide; a painful sensation of swelling in his pupils ensued. All he could see was the spreading redness; the furniture, too, rose and fell with him in the water, or floated and drifted like living jellyfish in this vast, bloody ocean.
The water that had gushed from that strange videotape had flooded the entire room...
