**The Dark Spectacle**

The video feed flickered to life on the dark web, casting an eerie glow over the faces of the clients gathered around their screens. The camera zoomed in on Lady's exposed neckline, her skin glistening under the cold light of the hospital. The clients leaned in, their eyes fixed on the spectacle about to unfold. Dr. Zhang's hands moved with precision, his scalpel slicing through Lady's skin with a smooth, practiced motion. The blade glided vertically from her chin, down to the middle of her cleavage, where her V-neck ended. The incision was clean, barely bleeding at first, but as the seconds ticked by, a red lining began to manifest, followed by a slow trickle of blood. The clients watched in rapt attention, their faces illuminated only by the glow of their screens. Some of them whispered to each other, their voices barely audible, while others sat in stunned silence, their eyes glued to the horror unfolding before them. It was clear that this was no ordinary medical procedure. The meticulous care with which Dr. Zhang made the incision, the deliberate slowness of his movements, all suggested that this was a performance, a spectacle designed to entertain. And Lady, with her strange, pulsing fibers and her seemingly endless capacity for endurance, was the star of the show. As the blood began to flow, the clients leaned in closer, their faces twisted with a mix of fascination and revulsion. Some of them cheered, their voices echoing through the dark web, while others jeered, calling for more. The video feed was being broadcast to a select group of clients, each of whom had paid a handsome sum to witness this gruesome spectacle. But what made Lady so special? What was it about her that made her resistant to the mortal wounds that would have killed anyone else? The clients didn't care; they were too enthralled by the show. All they knew was that they had stumbled upon something rare and valuable, something that would satisfy their darkest desires. As Dr. Zhang continued to dissect Lady's body, the clients watched with bated breath, their eyes glued to the screen. They knew that they were witnessing something truly unique, something that would haunt their dreams for years to come. And they were willing to pay top dollar for the privilege of watching it. The video feed continued to stream, a sickening spectacle that seemed to have no end. Lady's body lay exposed, her skin sliced open, her pulsing fibers visible beneath. The clients watched, transfixed, as Dr. Zhang probed deeper, uncovering secrets that would have been better left unspoken.