The atmosphere was electric as the magician took the stage. Every eye was fixed on him, every ear attuned to his every word. And then, he began.
He started pulling a rope out of his mouth, and the crowd roared with excitement. They clapped and cheered, unable to believe what they were seeing. But the cheer turned to scream when they saw the end of the rope were tied together with intestine as the magician kept pulling it out. The audience recoiled in horror as he kept pulling, revealing more and more of the bloody, twisted mass hidden within his body.
It was as if he was summoning something dark and unspeakable from within himself, something that should never have seen the light of day. And as the rope grew ever longer, the magician’s face twisted into a cruel, mocking grin. He knew how to play the crowd, how to take them to the edge and beyond.
But even as they watched, enraptured and horrified, the audience realized there was something wrong. Something was changing in the magician as he continued the macabre feat. His eyes grew cold and dark, his grin spreading wider and wider until it split his face in two.
And then, with a final tug, the rope came free, and the magician fell to the ground in a twitching, convulsing heap. The audience was left staring in shock and terror, not knowing what had just happened or what they had just witnessed.
In the end, the magic had been real, but the cost had been far too high. And as the lights went out and the stunned crowd began to scatter, one thing was clear: They would never forget the horror they had just witnessed, the night the magician pulled rope out of his mouth.