The creature pushed harder
The pressure beneath the glass grew with alarming intensity. Whatever was under there was getting stronger—Martha could feel it. Her hands quivered as the creature writhed beneath the glass, pushing harder and more aggressively, testing the limits of her strength. The glass began to shift slightly, sending a jolt of panic through her.
George’s face turned pale as he saw the glass begin to tilt. “Hold on, Martha!” he called out, finally closing the distance between them. But Martha could feel her strength slipping, her palms sweaty and her arms trembling. “I can’t hold it much longer!” she cried out, her knuckles white and her muscles burning from the strain.
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