Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

AN: This is a spin off story from Neeko96's story A Convoluted Matter. In that story, Chloe (and possibly others) have Lila 'vanished'. She's almost certainly dead. These are some of the scenarios that may have happened to her. (In my head and others.) Also, Lila is around 20/21 in here, so we're not murdering a teenager.

AN2: Trigger warnings for...well probably everything you can think of trigger warnings for. Gore, sexual assualt, burning, drowning and probably a few other things that I haven't thought of yet.

AN3: Okay, I'm taking some very serious liberties with reality here. If this happened to you, you would either float, asphixiate or be crushed by the expanding concrete as it sets. However my muse has been giving me nightmares about this, so have fun.

Lila let out a sigh of relief as she heard the concrete setting hard.

True, she was in a bad position. She had been tied up and gagged, taken to a location somewhere in the city and tied to the ground and buried in concrete. But she could somehow breathe. She hadn't been crushed by the weight above her. She could even feel water trickling into her mouth. (She didn't know this, but she was in fact buried in an experimental new concrete mixture that didn't expand much when setting and allowed air to reach the ground below.)

Overall, she thought to herself, the situation was not as bad as it could be. All she needed now was to call for help. Maybe she could even get special treatment at her trial. After all, a traumatic experience like this was sure to win her some sympathy, right? (And God knows that she was going to need therapy for this.)

There was a rumbling sound above her, like a distant train rolling overhead. The sound was low, like it was far away, but the vibrations were like it was right above her.

Then the true horror of her situation hit her and she let out a horrified scream.

The trains were running above her. Loud, heavy trains. She should have been able to hear them very clearly. The chances of her cries for help being heard were practically nonexistent. Even Hawkmoth's butterflies might not be able to reach her down here and she wasn't even sure if he would send one anyway.

She could breathe. She wasn't going to asphixiate.

The concrete hadn't crushed her and she was certain that it wouldn't now.

There was a trickle of water draining into her mouth from God knows where. She wasn't going to die of dehydration.

She couldn't even move. Even without the binds still tied to her wrists and legs in place, the concrete around her held her in place. She could not move so much as a milimetre. She couldn't do anything to help herself escape or even end her own life.

No. Lila Rossi realised, much to her growing horror, that she was going to stay unmoving for months as she slowly starved to death.

She began to scream once more, tears of rage and frustration running down her cheeks as she prayed for an akuma butterfly or rescue that she knew would never come.

In the Agreste Mansion, a certain black kwami felt the extra dose of bad luck he had given Lila come in and smirked. Nobody did that to his kitten. NOBODY!

AN: Although ethical constraints prevent scientists from actually performing any experiments to this, real world data suggests that someone can survive between forty-six and seventy-three without food. Don't try this at home