The same horrific procedure was repeated on the left breast. Large orange bulbs were stuffed inside one by one, inflating the empty skin sac until it was round and full, as if two real pumpkins were growing from her chest. The whirring of the drill sounded again, and wires were pulled through her side, connecting to the "light" deep within her body. Yiyi chest had been completely transformed into two bizarre "lanterns," filled with foreign objects and pierced through with electrical cords. Xiao Li gathered the four wires, bundled them neatly, and tucked them down along Yiyi side, stuffing them into the pocket of her blue shorts. "The battery pack is here," Xiao Li said, pulling a small black box from Yiyi pocket and deftly connecting the wires. "There. Now, with the press of a button, you'll be the brightest Halloween 'decoration' of all!" With a soft click, Xiao Wang flicked the switch. Instantly, Yiyi chest lit up. The two hollowed-out breasts became two lanterns, glowing with a sinister light. The yellow glow shone through the thin skin and the bloody wounds, casting shifting shadows beneath the surface, making the two jack-o'-lantern faces appear even more demonic and terrifying.

"Whoa! So cool!" Xiao Li clapped her hands in excitement. "This is a genius design!" They admired the grotesque light display for a moment before moving on to the fifth step. "It still needs some color," Xiao Wang said, fetching several small pots of acrylic paint and brushes. "We need to make it look more like a pumpkin." She twisted open a jar of glaringly orange paint, dipped a brush in, and began to paint Yiyi left breast. The cold, wet paint on her skin created a slight itching sensation, but it was drowned out by the humiliation of being used as a canvas. The chemical smell of the paint, mixed with the stench of blood and antiseptic, filled the basement. Xiao Wang painted meticulously, carefully avoiding the bloody holes, covering the entire skin sac in a bright, glossy orange. Xiao Li took a brush with black paint and deepened the outlines of the eyes and mouth, making the evil smile stand out even more starkly against the orange "rind." Soon, two lifelike, internally lit "jack-o'-lanterns" were complete on Yiyi chest. They swayed gently with her shallow breaths, their light flickering as if they were laughing.

"The final step, and the most crucial one," Xiao Wang voice dropped low, laced with a cruel anticipation. She retrieved two thin metal chains and a long, thick piercing needle from her toolbox. Yiyi heart sank into a pit of ice. She knew the final torture was about to begin. Xiao Wang stepped in front of her, and with two fingers, pinched her left nipple. The small nub, already hard from cold and fear, was crushed between her fingers, squeezed until it was misshapen. Even with the anesthetic, the sharp, focused pressure, as if her nipple were being twisted from its very root, made Yiyi body tremble uncontrollably. Aiming for the base of the nipple, Xiao Wang plunged the gleaming needle straight through. Yiyi felt a massive, tearing force pierce through the sensitive flesh. The tip of the needle emerged from the other side, trailing a small bead of bright red blood. Expressionless, Xiao Wang pulled the needle out and quickly threaded one of the chains through the bloody hole. The cold metal grated against the fresh wound, a unique form of torture that was a blend of dull pain and the agonizing feeling of a foreign object. Xiao Li repeated the process on the right nipple. Now, two cold chains were threaded through Yiyi nipples, the other ends held by Xiao Wang. She took the ends of the chains and clipped them to the metal collar already locked around Yiyi neck. "Ready, Yiyi?" Xiao Wang smiled, gripping the chains below the collar and beginning to pull them tight. The chains scraped and rattled, pulling taut. Yiyi watched as her own nipples were pulled upwards and inwards by the chains, and the two hollowed-out, painted, and illuminated "jack-o'-lanterns" were hoisted high on her chest. The immense pulling force from the piercings tore at her already brutalized flesh, while the collar tightened, choking her, making it nearly impossible to breathe. The two grotesque lanterns were now suspended from her neck in the most brutal way imaginable, swinging with her every pained gasp, their light mocking her in the darkness

The basement door was thrown open, and a tidal wave of noise and frigid air crashed over Yiyi, a violent baptism into the chaos of the Halloween night. The sudden sensory assault was a shock to her system, which had been dulled by blood loss and the sterile, contained horror of the basement. Out here, the world was a riot of screaming laughter, pounding electronic music, and the strobing, multicolored glare of neon signs. Xiao Wang and Xiao Li flanked her, their grips like iron vises on her upper arms, half-dragging, half-marching her forward. They were no longer just her tormentors; they were her handlers, parading their prize.

Yiyi teal jacket was zipped up, a flimsy curtain hiding the atrocity on her chest. But the concealment offered no comfort. The metal collar was cold and heavy against her throat, a constant, choking reminder of her bondage. Worse, the chains connected to it were pulled taut. With every lurching step they forced her to take, every jostle from the oblivious crowd, the thin links sawed at the raw, fresh piercings in her nipples. The anesthetic was abandoning her, retreating like a tide and leaving behind shores of burning, incandescent pain. It wasn't a dull ache; it was a sharp, intimate, crystalline agony that radiated from the two violated points on her chest, a pain so specific and searing it threatened to eclipse all other sensations. She could feel the cold metal grinding against raw nerve endings, could feel the sticky warmth of fresh blood beginning to seep through the fabric of her t-shirt beneath the jacket. The hollowed-out cavities of her breasts ached with a deep, phantom pressure, a constant awareness of the foreign objects stuffed inside her, stretching her skin to its breaking point.

But beneath the agony, something else was taking root. As they moved through the throng of costumed revelers—vampires with plastic fangs, witches with crooked hats, zombies with expertly applied makeup—Yiyi’s mind began to work with a chilling clarity. The initial terror, the paralyzing despair, was beginning to cool and harden, crystallizing into something sharp and solid: hatred. It was a cold fire in her gut, a single point of focus in the maelstrom of pain and humiliation. She stopped seeing the crowd as a faceless mass. Instead, she started observing. She looked at Xiao Wang face, flushed with triumph, her lips curved in a constant, cruel smile as she soaked in the energy of the night. She looked at Xiao Li, whose eyes darted around, hungry for attention, her expression one of smug superiority. Yiyi burned their faces into her memory. Every line, every smirk, every glint in their eyes. They thought they had broken her, turned her into a thing, an object for their amusement. They were wrong. They had just given her a purpose.

"Look, Yiyi, isn't it lively?" Xiao Wang voice was a gleeful hiss in her ear. "Everyone is just dying to see our masterpiece." To punctuate her words, she gave Yiyi arm a vicious tug, sending her stumbling. The chains snapped tight, wrenching a gasp of pure agony from Yiyi lungs. For a moment, her vision swam in a sea of black spots, but she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, the coppery taste of her own blood a grounding force. She would not collapse. She would not give them the satisfaction of her weakness. Her blue eyes, no longer wide with fear but narrowed with cold fury, swept over the laughing, dancing bodies around her. These people, these witnesses to her degradation, would soon become part of her story, part of the humiliation she would one day repay.

Xiao Wang and Xiao Li were searching for a stage. They navigated through the densest part of the crowd, their progress slow but deliberate, finally stopping in the center of a small plaza. It was the heart of the celebration, a nexus of activity where a large group of young people were gathered, taking photos and reveling in the anarchic spirit of the holiday. "Hey! Everyone! Look over here!" Xiao Li, ever the showman, leaped onto the edge of a large concrete planter, her voice cutting through the din. "Do you want to see the best, most realistic Halloween special effect of the year?" Her call was a baited hook, and curiosity, sharp and immediate, turned dozens of heads in their direction. The crowd quieted, their attention now a palpable force focused on the trio.

"Our friend Yiyi here has prepared something very special for tonight!" Xiao Wang announced with a theatrical flourish. She stood directly in front of Yiyi, her hands gripping the zipper pull of the teal jacket. Time seemed to warp, stretching into an eternity. Yiyi could hear the frantic, heavy thud of her own heart, a war drum beating a rhythm of doom. She saw the sadistic glee lighting up Xiao Wang face. She saw the curious, expectant eyes of the crowd. She saw the raised smartphones, their lenses like a hundred unblinking eyes ready to capture and disseminate her shame. Then, in the charged silence, Xiao Wang ripped the jacket open.

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For a heartbeat, there was nothing. Then, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The two "jack-o'-lanterns" on Yiyi chest were revealed in all their grotesque glory. The internal lights pulsed with a sickly orange-yellow glow, illuminating the painted skin from within. The light caught the edges of the bloody, carved-out mouths and eyes, making them look like weeping, grimacing wounds. The orange paint couldn't fully conceal the bruised, purplish tint of the traumatized skin beneath, or the faint, dark trickles of blood that escaped the piercings where the chains were anchored. The chains themselves glinted coldly, tracing a cruel path from her mutilated nipples up to the choking collar on her neck. It was a sight of such surreal horror and artistry that it defied belief.

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