**The Art of Suffering**

As Lady sat up, her eyes locked onto Dr. Zhang, who was watching her with an unreadable expression. The room was still, the only sound the soft hum of the equipment that monitored her vital signs. Dr. Zhang nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's time to begin," he said, his voice low and even. "Our business is about to take a more...serious turn." Lady's gaze never wavered, her eyes fixed on Dr. Zhang as he continued. "The first few sessions will be relatively straightforward. Throat cuts, mostly. You'll have the opportunity to choose the neckline, as before." He gestured to a small wardrobe in the corner of the room, a luggage bag beside it. "Your mini wardrobe is at your disposal. Choose something that suits your...mood." Lady's eyes flicked to the wardrobe, her mind racing with the possibilities. She had always enjoyed the aspect of control, of choosing how she would be...altered. But as she began to browse through the clothes, her thoughts turned to the next phase of her...training. Dr. Zhang had mentioned cartels, and a shiver ran down her spine. The door opened, and two men entered, their faces expressionless. Dr. Zhang greeted them, his tone formal. "Gentlemen, this is Lady. She has graciously agreed to...assist you in your endeavors." The men's eyes flicked to Lady, their gazes lingering on her body. One of them spoke, his voice low and gravelly. "We're looking to practice our...skill. Beheading, specifically." Lady's heart skipped a beat. She had seen such things in videos, but to be the one...on the receiving end? A wave of fear washed over her, followed by a strange sense of curiosity. She had always been drawn to the extreme, the taboo. And now, she was being offered the ultimate experience. "I'd like to be recorded," she said, her voice steady. "Privately, of course." The men exchanged a glance, and Dr. Zhang nodded. "Very well. You may choose the neckline, Lady." A plunging scoop neck or a square neckline were the options. She chose the plunging U-neck, a low-cut top that would showcase her upper torso. The men seemed indifferent, but Dr. Zhang nodded in approval. As she dressed, Lady's thoughts turned to her body, to the parts she loved and wanted to showcase. Her breasts, her shoulders, her neck...all would be on display. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined the camera's gaze on her, as she imagined the blade... The room seemed to fade away, leaving only Lady, her thoughts, and the anticipation of what was to come. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. There was no turning back now. She was about to experience the ultimate test, and she was determined to see it through.