**Chapter 20: The Ultimate Degradation**

Leyley's eyes widened in horror as the figure emerged from the shadows, his cruel grin spreading across his face like a dark omen. She tried to struggle, but it was no use; the burly men held her in place, their grip like a vice. The figure reached out and touched her, his fingers cold and calculating. The crowd parted, revealing a large, wooden structure with a hole in the middle. It was a glory wall, and Leyley's heart sank as she realized what was happening. The figure lifted her up and placed her on the wall, her upper body on one side and her legs, feet, and lower body exposed on the other. The crowd erupted in cheers as Leyley's body was displayed for their twisted desires. Her legs were spread wide, her feet bound to the floor, and her body exposed for all to see. She felt a wave of shame wash over her as she realized the extent of her degradation. The first man stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Leyley's exposed body. He unzipped his pants and began to rape her, his movements brutal and unforgiving. Leyley felt a wave of pain wash over her, but it was quickly replaced by a numbness that seemed to spread through her body like a dark stain. But as the men continued to take her, one after another, Leyley began to feel something else. It was a craving, a hunger that seemed to grow inside her with each passing moment. She couldn't get enough; her body seemed to be begging for more. The men took her repeatedly, their dicks pounding into her from every angle. Leyley's mind began to numb, her thoughts consumed by the sensations coursing through her body. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of twisted desires, her body used and abused by the crowd. As the hours passed, Leyley's body became a mere vessel, a tool for the crowd's twisted desires. She lost count of the number of men who took her, their faces blurring together in a haze of degradation and shame. But despite the horror of her situation, Leyley couldn't shake the feeling that she was addicted to it. She craved the attention, the degradation, and the twisted desires of the crowd. Her body seemed to be begging for more, and she was powerless to stop it. The crowd continued to take her, their voices rising in a cacophony of twisted desires. Leyley's mind was consumed by the sensations, her body used and abused by the men. She was trapped in a living nightmare, and she didn't know if she would ever be able to escape.