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The young official struggled weakly, drenched in cold sweat, his heart filled with helpless fear. His pant legs were firmly gripped by two blood-soaked university students, their hands exhibiting an unnatural strength as they dragged him toward the ground, as if intent on pulling him into a dark abyss. He kicked desperately at their twisted faces, his toes striking them repeatedly, but each struggle felt like hitting cold, hard stone—utterly ineffective. The two students remained unmoved, their eyes gleaming with fervor, lips curling into slight smiles as if they were savoring his struggles, their gazes brimming with excitement and anticipation for his pain.
"Stop... let me go..." The official's voice trembled with despair, his throat already hoarse, yet he realized that his mumbling pleas went unheard. The surrounding students wore cruel smiles, their eyes glazed over as if they had lost all reason, leaving only a thirst for violence and a desire for bloodshed.
At that moment, another student approached coldly from the side, a cruel and satisfied smile on his face, his gaze locked onto the official's body as if preparing to tear him apart completely. The official's breath quickened, terror filling his eyes as he watched the student unhesitatingly lift his foot, aiming for his groin with a look of satisfaction before stomping down hard.
"Ah—!" Accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, intense pain erupted from his lower abdomen as if a sharp blade had pierced through his soul, plunging him into indescribable agony. His pupils dilated suddenly, his face turning pale as paper; every nerve in his body twisted in response to the excruciating pain. His mouth opened involuntarily, releasing a shrill and distorted scream that echoed with undeniable despair and helplessness across the playground, as if tearing at the very fabric of his soul.
His body bent involuntarily, hands weakly grasping at the ground, nails digging deep into the earth but unable to alleviate the unbearable torment. The student's foot did not relent; instead, it continued to crush his lower abdomen again and again, each impact accompanied by horrifying cracking sounds and the official's hoarse cries—each blow threatening to shatter both his soul and body.
His vision began to blur; the scene before him twisted grotesquely. The stench of blood and the sounds of cruel laughter filled his consciousness, dragging him deeper into despair. His breathing became ragged; cold sweat trickled down his cheeks as his heartbeat weakened, teetering on the edge of death while the students around him wore expressions of cruel satisfaction, their eyes glinting with bloodlust as if intoxicated by this violent revelry.
The laughter around him echoed in the air—deep and frenzied—like an evil chorus illuminating the playground in a hellish spectacle. The official's wails gradually faded away, replaced by gruesome scenes of mangled flesh and pools of blood while it seemed that his very soul was being torn apart by this frenzied sacrifice.
The pain struck like a red-hot iron nail mercilessly piercing deep into the Young Official's nerves. The university student grinned wickedly, gripping his legs tightly before suddenly twisting them violently in an abnormal display of twisted pleasure—
"Crack!" A piercing sound of bone breaking shattered the silence around them as if tearing apart this hellish stillness. The official felt his legs give way beneath him; once sturdy bones were brutally snapped, hanging limply like shapeless masses on the ground—twisted and grotesque. His legs dangled from the knees downwards as if no longer belonging to him but rather reduced to broken remnants connected only by scraps of muscle and veins.
At this moment, the official's face was devoid of color; sweat mixed with dirt and blood trickled down his cheeks, yet he felt nothing. Adrenaline surged through him like a flood breaking free from its dam, plunging him into an indescribable numbness that dulled all sensation—his nerves seemingly cut off from this horrific pain. His eyes glazed over; the world around him became distorted and blurred while the mad laughter faded into echoes far away—only a cold resonance remained in his ears.
"Why... why is this happening..." His heart cried out in silent despair; reason had been consumed by pain and fear deep within him. Fragments of once-bright memories flashed before him like a revolving lantern—the joy of promotion, the glory of power, carefully maintained relationships—even hopes and desires for the future—all now felt like cruel jests mocking his fate. He had once believed he stood at the pinnacle of power; now he was nothing more than an abandoned shell cast into this hellish battleground awaiting a bloody slaughter.
"No... this shouldn't be my ending..." A flicker of struggle appeared in his gaze; however, that flicker was quickly swallowed by despair and unwillingness. His vision grew increasingly blurred as the world faded into a murky gray. Sounds around him seemed to drift away while the stench of blood grew heavier upon him like an oppressive weight that suffocated any breath left within him. The university student's face bore a cruel and excited smile as if reveling in this violent celebration while mercilessly tormenting his broken body.
His limbs lost all sensation, and the sound of his heartbeat pounded like a drum in his ears. The world before the Young Official gradually faded into the distance, his consciousness plunging into an endless abyss of darkness. His breathing became erratic, and the last vestige of clarity was mercilessly consumed by pain. All his pride, all his struggles, turned to ashes in this cruel torment, leaving only the cold, unfeeling darkness.
The Young Official lay on the ground, his body feeling as if it were submerged in icy molten iron—cold and stiff. The blood in his limbs seemed to have completely drained away, leaving only a faint sense of awareness. His hands struggled futilely on the slick ground; each effort resulted in his fingers sliding silently through pools of blood, unable to support even the slightest movement. The pervasive taste of rust filled his mouth, making it nearly impossible to breathe. His mouth was filled with a mixture of foul liquid—his own blood mingled with an unknown source, reeking of decay and filth, completely swallowing what little clarity he had left.
"No... I... can't..." he murmured, his gaze gradually losing focus as the scene before him began to twist and distort. Everything seemed like an unreachable illusion; he could hardly distinguish between reality and nightmare. His heart was filled with endless resentment and despair, flashes of countless past moments racing through his mind: the joy of promotion, laughter at banquets, those seemingly harmonious relationships—all now absurd dreams that flickered rapidly before him, only to be torn into countless fragments.
Just as he struggled within this chaotic consciousness, a shadow approached from behind him, quickly covering his increasingly blurred vision. He had no time to turn around; he merely felt a chilling presence drawing near. Suddenly, a blow like a massive stone struck the back of his head.
"Bang!" Accompanied by a dull thud, an unrelenting force crashed into the back of his skull. In that moment, he felt a void in his mind; his vision instantly turned crimson and distorted. The intense pain pierced deep into his consciousness like steel nails, as if trying to shatter his soul from its flesh. His eyes widened in shock, mouth slightly agape but unable to produce a sound; only silent gasps trembled in his throat. His head was driven forward by the impact, crashing against the ground; his forehead met the cold surface intimately as blood gushed from his nose and mouth, spreading across the ground and staining the surrounding pools red.
The violent pain exploded within him like countless needles stabbing into his brain, causing his entire body to convulse uncontrollably. However, this agony did not last long—bit by bit, as blood flowed away, his senses dulled; his vision began to fade into gray and twist as if engulfed by an endless black mist. The sounds around him gradually receded into distant echoes.
The last remnants of strength drained from his body; his limbs slowly went limp as fingers fell weakly to the ground, no longer able to muster even the slightest struggle. Consciousness blurred further until only an endless darkness remained before him. His breathing grew fainter and fainter; the sound of his heartbeat gradually diminished as if being mercilessly swallowed by the abyss of darkness, sinking forever into this cold hell filled with death and despair.
With the final thread of perception slipping away, his body fell utterly silent—a broken puppet lying in a pool of blood—left with nothing but an empty shell to greet the endless darkness and coldness that accompanied his final silent farewell.
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