Adele clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding together as she fought to keep herself from crying out.
The pressure was immense, almost unbearable, and she could feel her body straining against it.
Every inch felt like a battle, a slow, agonizing push against her limits.
"Ahhhhh…"
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ughhhhh…" She focused on her breathing, trying to steady herself, but each breath came in short, ragged gasps.
Her hands gripped the edge of the surface beneath her, her knuckles white from the effort.
The scene was a blur of noise and movement, the voices of the onlookers blending into a chaotic symphony of jeers and laughter.
She tried to block them out, to focus solely on the task at hand, but their words cut through her concentration like shards of glass.
"Look at her! She's actually doing it!" one of the bad evil men shouted, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and cruel amusement.
