Life is Strange 2: Falling Into Place
Chapter 13 of my Life is Strange 2 story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange 2 or its characters.
Chapter 13
Heading to the location that had been texted to her, Lyla grimaced in distaste, unable to believe what she had to do. She shifted awkwardly in the clothes she was wearing, just grateful her mother hadn't seen her leave the house, especially dressed like this. She was wearing the revealing clothing she had been ordered to wear by her dealer, a pair of black denim short shorts, a white tank-top and black flats.
'Can't believe this...' She thought angrily. 'Making me show all my legs, to dress like some tramp and then, I have to, have to...urgh...'
She shuddered at the mere memory of the phone call and her dealers instructions. But she knew she had knew choice, it was the only way now she could pay off her debt. She couldn't get the money back from her mother, she knew if she tried to reveal the truth, her mother would get the police involved and then her dealer would come after her and most likely kill her and her mother. Her dealer also was refusing any extension of the deadline, so this was it, her only option. To go to this location, meet her dealer and his friends, and give them a strip show, to humiliate herself and to let someone other than Jamie see her body, it sickened her.
Still she steeled herself. 'It's just this one thing, just...get it over and done with. However much of a scumbag he is, my dealer's still a man of his word and he swore it was strictly look, not touch.'
Swallowing back her fear, and anger, she approached the building the dealer had arranged for the meeting and, unsure, knocked.
There was a brief pause and she looked around, again unsure, even a little bit hopeful. But then the door opened and her dealer stood there, smirking.
"About time you got here, good, you dress up nicely."
Lyla tried to keep her voice neutral. "Let's just go, get this over with."
"I don't think so." He warned her. "You do this properly girl, or else."
Lyla shuddered. "Fine."
So she followed him inside, it was a dilapidated, clearly unused building, with nothing much inside, bland rooms in various states of disrepair. Until they came to a room further in, where a sofa had been set up. Two men, skeevy looking assholes Lyla noted miserably, were seated there and leered at her as her dealer approached them.
"So, this is the girl?" One of them queried.
The dealer smirked. "Yup, like I told you, a real beauty."
The other let out a laugh. "We'll be seeing just how beautiful soon enough."
Lyla fought to keep a look of disgust off her face as her dealer sat down and gestured for her to get into position, in the middle of the room, facing them. She did so and swallowed back her revulsion again.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Her dealer demanded. "Strip!"
Lyla knew this was it, she had no other choice, it was her only option.
Letting out a slow breath, she reached for the hem of her tank-top and, dry mouthed, she slowly pulled it up over her head, doing her best to make her moves slow and deliberate, seductive even. She did her best to tune out the wolf whistles once her lilac bra was on show. Awkwardly working off her flats as she reached back to unhook her bra, she told herself over and over again.
'Ignore them, tune it out, pretend you're somewhere else.' Then, a desperate last hope. 'Pretend you're in your room, with Jamie...'
It was the only thing that gave her strength as she slid her bra off and stood, naked from the waist up, her breasts exposed to them and seeing them getting excited and laughing. She blushed furiously and, trying hard to blink back the tears beginning to burn her eyes, she reached for the waistband of her shorts. That was when she heard the first gunshot.
"What the fuck!?" Her dealer cried.
Just before the second one. Lyla looked up, eyes wide and, unthinking, her arms flew up to cover her chest. But then, a new feeling, one of icy cold dread filled her as she saw the man who entered the room fully at that moment, firing one more shot, killing her dealer just like his friends. Before turning to her with a dark smirk on his face.
He was a tall man, with a strong build, fair skin and dark hair with light blue menacing eyes, he was unshaven and his clothes, a pair of black jeans with a matching T-shirt and boots, were slightly stained. But even so, there was no mistaking him.
She stepped back, voice trembling. "D-dad..."
"Well, well, I come back and what do I find...my precious Lyla, whoring herself out like some wanton slut." He growled as he closed in on her.
She couldn't move, she was frozen, fear had locked her muscles in place.
"I-I..." She stammered.
But he just laughed again. "No matter, I'll soon fix that, make sure it's put to better use."
The last thing she saw was his sick grin, before he slammed the butt of the gun against her head and everything went black.
End of chapter, now things have taken a sudden turn for the very worse outcome, read and review please.