But then, a warm, strong hand reached for her—Li Wei. He climbed out of the pool, his soaked black outfit clinging to his frame, sweat and rain dripping from his face. Kneeling beside Zhou Fang, his eyes brimmed with worry and resolve, he whispered, “Zhou Fang, hold on! I’m here to help you.” His voice was a beam of light piercing her inner darkness.

Zhou Fang lifted teary eyes, her blurred vision catching Li Wei’s familiar, steadfast face. She gritted her teeth, forcing a weak response from her throat, “Li… Li Wei… I… I can’t go on… it hurts so much… I’m so ashamed…” Tears burst forth again, her body feeling too weak to move, but Li Wei’s arm firmly encircled her waist, gently lifting her from the pillar.

Her body trembled like a wilted leaf, each movement sending knife-like pain tearing through her flesh. Her left leg could barely support her, blood streaming from it, dripping into the water, staining it crimson. Her arm hung limply over Li Wei’s shoulder, fingers twitching faintly, red outfit fragments fluttering on her skin, exposing her twisted, bruised body. She sobbed softly, tears rolling down her cheeks, voice laden with pain and humiliation, “I… I’m trampled like this… how can I face anyone… I hate myself…”

Li Wei’s gaze grew even firmer; he patted her back gently, encouraging softly, “Zhou Fang, you did it! You’re the bravest. Now, stand up and join me to bow to the audience—they’re waiting for you.” His voice carried an undeniable strength, stirring a faint tremor in her heart.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to lift her head, teary eyes scanning the audience through a blur. Those gazes—pitying, awestruck, or perversely excited—deepened her shame, yet she also felt a strange, hidden drive. She knew she couldn’t collapse—not just for the performance, but because a latent desire within her remained unawakened. Taking a deep breath, she summoned her last ounce of strength, leaning on Li Wei’s support, shakily rising to her feet.

Her body swayed, nearly collapsing, but Li Wei held her tightly, one arm around her waist, the other gripping her arm, steadying her. Her legs bent slightly, the left leg throbbing with pain from its dislocation, each step feeling like walking on blades, but she endured, biting her lip until blood seeped out again. Her face was streaked with tears, droplets rolling down her cheeks, falling onto the red outfit’s fragments, yet her lips struggled into a faint smile—a smile mixed with pain, shame, and a subtle, unacknowledged satisfaction.

Her heart churned violently at that moment: “I… I’m trampled so badly… my body, my dignity… destroyed… but why… why can I still smile? Why do I feel… a strange calm?” She sensed her soul being reshaped in the crucible of humiliation and pain, the sensation of complete conquest sparking a faint, unspoken anticipation, though she hadn’t yet grasped this desire’s nature. She cried like pear blossoms in rain, tears blurring her vision, but that smile grew clearer—a contradictory, complex expression that made her pitiful state even more captivating.

Li Wei supported her slowly toward the pool’s edge, Titan standing nearby, his trunk gently brushing her arm, as if offering an apology and comfort. The two humans and the elephant stood side by side, accepting the audience’s applause. Zhou Fang’s every step was precarious, body trembling faintly, red outfit fragments fluttering on her skin, blood and tears leaving a shocking trail beneath her feet. Yet she persisted, bolstered by Li Wei’s strength, standing tall to wave at the audience. In that moment, her eyes held endless exhaustion and shame, but also a hidden, unawakened longing.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, cheers nearly toppling the tent. Reactions varied: many marveled and worried, shouting, “She survived! Unbelievable!” while the perverse viewers fell into frenzy, screaming, “Perfect! Her pain, her shame, her breakdown—I’m captivated!” Their voices carried a twisted excitement, eyes burning like wolves, many male viewers collapsing in their seats after climaxing, panting in the afterglow.

Li Wei’s face broke into a relieved smile, whispering to Zhou Fang, “You did it, Zhou Fang, you’re the best!” Zhou Fang, gasping, wiped her tears, smiling back, “No, we did it together—you, me, and Titan.” She turned to Titan, gently stroking his trunk, murmuring, “Thank you, Titan.” But her voice trembled, body still aching faintly, heart filled with a strange, hidden desire she hadn’t yet recognized.

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