Kate didn't feel any fear nor her muscles being restrained like other but she couldn't hear the sound just like other but she didn't realise that, she lowers her head to look at her palm, she thought no-one is saying anything because they're disgusted by her appearance but little she knows that wasn't the case. She her hand doesn't look as delicate as they used to be before as stares at her palm.
She felt as if there's weird shadow on the ground that seems to appears and disappeared like it was never there before. She turned her head around to look was causing this shadow to appear on ground, she turned her head around greeted with sight that was so beautiful that see never saw something like this before and won't see anything like this again either.
The creature's eye was hypnotic, its massive iris a serene shade of blue like the undisturbed surface of a pristine lake. It shone with a calm beauty an allure so profound that it ensnared her senses completely. Her breath hitched in her chest as she stared, unable to look away. The rest of the room, the others who were with her the dread pooling in her heart all of it faded to nothing. There was only the eye, vast and unblinking, filling her entire world.
The more she looked the more she needed to look. The shimmering blue seemed endless like it could stretch into eternity and all she wanted was to drown in it.
Her lips parted slightly, a soft exhale leaving her as if in reverence. Then the creature's pupil began to expand slowly at first widening unnaturally. The tranquil blue of the iris seemed to ripple as though disturbed by some unseen force. From the growing void of the pupil, one small translucent bubble emerged. The bubble floated toward her with delicate and glistening like liquid pearl suspended in the air.
The bubble reached her face and burst with a soft, wet pop. Tiny droplets sprayed her face skin cool and almost soothing at first but the sensation changed immediately. The liquid began to seep into her pores, spreading under her skin like an invading tide. She gasped her trance momentarily broken as a prickling sensation crept across her face, intensifying with each passing second.
The others stood frozen in fear as they watched in helpless silence, her skin once smooth and unmarred began to swell. Dark veins pulsed beneath the surface and small bulbous protrusions began forming all over her body. The bubbles swelled larger distorting her features into something unrecognizable. Her skin stretched unnaturally tight and the first bubble burst with a loud, sickening pop that sent a fine spray of red mist into the air. The coppery stench of blood filled the room.
The others flinched as the sound repeated one bubble after another bursting in quick succession. The sickly wet noises were accompanied by the splattering of blood and tissue onto the cold floor forming crimson puddles. The sight was terrifying but it was the smell that rooted them in place. It was overpowering the metallic tang of fresh blood mixed with something deeper more primal. This was no illusion; this was real. The horror they were witnessing was undeniable and true.
As they stood paralyzed unable to avert their eyes from the unfolding nightmare, the creature's iris began to ripple again. This time iris beautiful and soft crypt moved delicately out of the iris like thin and tender tendrils emerged from the eye. They moved unnaturally swaying in the air like beautiful blue underwater weeds caught in a current. The tendrils twisted and turned until they found their tips gently brushing against the bubbles of skins as if they don't want to cause any harm to the bubbles.
The moment the tendrils made contact the air shifted, it was as if they hidden power that was devouring their voice and the sound is disappeared. The silence that brought terror into into their life shattered as the Kate Bloodcurdling scream tore through the air. A cacophony of agony that echoed off the wall. The pain of skin, flesh and blood turning into bubbles is worse than any pain she ever felt in her life.
It was so painful that she starts to lose her consciousness as it fades away in agony and pain but to her horror this wasn't true as monster isn't letting her lose consciousness, she feeling every part of her being torn and ripped apart by the agonizing pain and the bubbles.
The others clamped their hands over their ears but it was useless. The sound burrowed into their skulls, vibrating in their bones. It was loud enough to be heard even by those on the surface above, a horrifying blood curdling wail that carried with it the depth of unspeakable suffering from the bottom of the hell.
The scream broke whatever spell had kept them immobile. Their legs, stiff and unresponsive moments ago, now moved on their own. Their voice that was once got devoured by this monster power now return to them. Their scream was filled with terror and horror beyond the human imagination.
They stumbled backward, then turned and bolted toward the ladder leading to the surface. Terror drove them, their movements clumsy and frantic as they clawed at the ladder in darkness trying to find it as their life depends on it. Once peaceful coffin has now become a slaughterhouse.
Most of them start to escape but not everyone made it. Those who got stay behind either too slow or too transfixed by the horror, saw something they would carry with them for the rest of their lives. The tendrils began to work with terrifying precision, collecting the bubbles one by one. Each burst flesh bubble filled with blood and tissue was delicately carried by the crypt-like tendrils toward the creature's pupil. The bubbles were absorbed into the dark void of the pupil as if being fed to it.
First the creature consumed the bubbles on her skin, its tendrils carefully stripping away the swellings but it didn't stop there. Her flesh began to make new bubbles this time breaking apart in larger chunks. The tendrils latched onto pieces of her body skin, muscle, blood and peeled them away. Each piece was drawn into the eye, vanishing into its endless darkness of pupil. Her body, piece by piece, was disassembled and reduced to raw materials for the creature to devour.
Her face, once so human, so beautiful, was now unrecognizable with just white skull and red flesh. Strips of skin hung loosely, her flesh bubbled and burst, and her blood formed river on the ground bit by bit her form diminished. The tendrils peeled away her flesh until only her exposed bones remained. Her skull stripped bare of its once vibrant face, stared blankly at the ceiling as the crypt like tendrils continued their relentless work.
The others who escaped could still hear her distorted screams in their mind as they scrambled onto the surface. Even as they gasped for air in the open night, they couldn't shake the sound, nor the memory of the tendrils harvesting her flesh with cold, mechanical and artistic precision.
And below in the room that had become a tomb, the creature's serene blue iris shimmered once again, now darker, deeper, and hungrier.
The light from the torch flickered weakly as if soon it's going to disappear leaving behind her just like everyone in this room with eye monster in final moment of light is illuminating the nightmare before her. The monster is big oval shape eye made from the bubbles that keep bursting and creating new bubbles only its eyes were like human not made of bubbles. The otherworldly beautiful iris glowing like a tranquil lake under moonlight. It swayed hypnotically with an unnatural fluidity as though it were a sentient pool of deep endless blue.
It was beautiful and calm serene lake hidden with an incomprehensible horror beyond human imagination but the beauty of it was trap to lure its prey into the beautiful silent abyss within the depth of its iris. The iris rippled with a life of its own and every delicate move it made seems like beautiful dance that express its deep hidden primal hunger.
The light from torch continue to shine on the monster and Nanala stood still unable to run because she's keep looking straight into the iris of monster, she can see feel and scream but couldn't move her body, she unable to lift or move single muscles unlike other.
She could feel everything the cold sweat rolling down her neck, the heat of the torch in her hand, the damp chill of the air surrounding her but no part of her body would obey, her legs refused to budge, her arms wouldn't lift. She felt as if her consciousness is trapped within the cage of flesh and bone, she has to break free from this cage to the serene lake infront of her eyes.
Nanala screamed so desperately for help like dying animal with raw fear and terror filled wail that echoed around the room. Her voice cracked from panic but no one was there to hear her scream. All of them left as She can hear the distance sound of footstep disappearing the darkness, only leaving her behind to witness the horror of this nightmare realm creature.
She wouldn't get quick death but one with horrifying and full of suffering. she's going to be the next one to die as except for her everyone else run away. The realization hit her with a suffocating weight, her chest heaving as tears blurred her vision. She had no doubt that she was next.
The iris moved slow deliberate sway that rippled like kelp swaying beneath the waves. Its surface shimmered unnaturally as though its texture wasn't flesh or tissue but liquid trapped in an eternal state of suspension within its glistening blue, dark shapes swirled subtle barely perceptible at first but growing clearer with every ripple.
They were like shadows full of suffering souls trapped within the eyes itself, shifting and writhing beneath the crystal clear lake. Their movements were unnatural and fast as if they desperate to escape confinement iris but they couldn't escape through transparent surface even though they can see outside.
The pupil is like bottomless darkness of void ready to consume everything, the light from the torch dimmed slightly as though its devouring the light. The crypts tendrils move with elegant fluidity and curling in the sir like eels swimming through the dark water, they shimmered with eerie blue light.
The girl skull lays exposed infront of the Nanala eyes and it began to soften and deform under the influence of monster power that shouldn't be possible in first place. The crypts tendrils moves around the gently and elegantly waiting eagerly as though savouring the most delicious part of the meal.