**Chapter 22: Descent into Darkness**

The crowd's cheers had barely died down from the previous spectacle when a new figure emerged from the shadows, a roll of duct tape in his hand. Leyley's eyes widened in horror as he approached her, his gaze fixed on her exposed vulva. She felt a surge of panic as he ripped off a long strip of tape and began to wrap it around her hips, covering her pussy with a sticky, impenetrable barrier. The crowd began to murmur in anticipation, their voices rising in a hungry chant. Leyley's face burned with shame and humiliation as she realized what was happening. The tape was being applied to cover her cum-saturated pussy, a grim reminder of the countless men who had used her as a receptacle for their semen. As the man finished securing the tape, a new wave of men stepped forward, their faces twisted in lust. They seemed to be competing with each other, their voices rising in a frenzy of excitement as they jostled for position. One of them, a burly man with a cruel grin, grabbed Leyley's hips and turned her over, exposing her buttocks to the crowd. The man positioned himself behind her, his hands grasping her hips as he began to thrust into her anal cavity. Leyley felt a wave of pain and discomfort as he forced his way into her tight passage, his movements brutal and relentless. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices rising in a frenzy of excitement as the man continued to use her body. As he moved, Leyley felt a new pair of hands come down on her buttocks, the fingers stinging her skin as they spanked her repeatedly. The blows were hard and unforgiving, leaving behind a trail of burning pain that seemed to radiate through her entire body. "You're a dirty slut, aren't you?" one of the men sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a hole for us to use, a receptacle for our cum. You're filthy, Leyley, and you deserve to be punished." Another man chimed in, his voice rising in a crescendo of excitement. "Yeah, you're a cum dumpster, Leyley. A filthy, disgusting slut who can't even get rid of her own cum. You need to be filled up again and again, don't you?" The men continued to taunt her, their voices rising in a cacophony of cruelty and degradation. Leyley felt herself slipping away, her mind consumed by a dark and twisted numbness. She was a mere object, a tool for the crowd's twisted desires, and she was powerless to stop it. As the men continued to use her body, Leyley's vision began to blur, her eyes filling with tears as she gazed out at the crowd. She saw a sea of faces, their features twisted in cruel grins, and she knew that she was trapped in a living nightmare from which she might never awaken.