The quicksand held Malcolm’s body in an unbreakable grip while continuing to pull him under.
He stopped struggling a few minutes earlier, too exhausted to keep fighting. The only thing within reach was his younger brother, and he didn’t show any sign of helping him.
Until he was chased, he thought killers wearing masks were only found in the movies. It never occurred to him that it could’ve been a trick until he was waist deep in the quicksand.
His brother watched him sink up to his neck before saying, “Now I’ll be mom’s favorite. You should’ve treated me better.