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AN: This one was inspired by Neeko96's idea as to what happened to Lila, with a twist of my own thrown in.
AN2: I've done some research into sex trafficing and the details are truly horrific. The majority of the victims are between the ages of 14-16 and usually living at home with their parents, living apparently normal lives.
Lila gritted her teeth as the man pulled her hair once more. It was bad enough that she had to wear this stupid mask without this arsehole yanking her hair every few moments.
Just hurry up and kill him already, she mentally hissed to herself as he continued to pound away. He was clearly enjoying himself, even if she wasn't. It was supposed to be a snuff film. What were they waiting for? She could feel that he was going to climax soon. She had spent enough time being used in the brothel downstairs to be able to practically read the men fucking her.
The man yanked her head back once more and she tried to focus on the good side to this. It was a film. She could pretend to be human again and not livestock. She would have sex with fewer men. (She had long since lost count of how many. Her owner practically had a revolving door of American tourists and local gangsters and politicians here to enjoy 'The Italian'. Even the local police chief had used her a few times!) She could pretend that, instead of being abducted and sold three years ago, that her plans had all worked and she was a famous actor and not some whore starring in a low rent, black market porno. The man fucking her would soon be dead. (Actually, she wasn't sure if that was a good point. Having a man who was dying or dead ejaculate into her made her feel icky. Or at least, more icky than normal.) Someday, she would escape or earn her freedom with the right person and kill Marinette Dupain-Cheng, or sell her into slavery or maybe sex traffic Marinette's children. After all, if her owner could earn her freedom, Lila was sure that she could.
Yes, sex trafficking her children was a good fantasy. Let her watch as Lila destroyed everything good in her life. That would be a fitting punishment in her opinion, for stealing her future husband and probably arranging for Lila to become livestock. (A small part of her knew that referring to herself as livestock and not as a person was probably unhealthy. But at least it was healthier than turning to the drugs that her owner kept lying freely around.)
After all, if her owner could earn her freedom, (at least, that's what the rumours said) surely Lila could do the same. All she needed to do was keep her eyes open and her mind clear. Despite the odds.
The man let out an exclamation in Russian and Lila felt a slither of doubt enter her mind. The man sounded familiar. Like the son of the local Mafia boss who had used her a few nights ago. That had been a 'birthday gift' from his father. Come to think of it, he had a hair pulling fetish as well. And she couldn't see his face in this dingy room.
Calm down, she told herself as a trickle of fear slid into her stomach. It doesn't mean that it was him. Or maybe she had been mistaken and it wasn't a snuff film. Just another normal porn film that would be openly distributed. Fap material for teenage boys and sad grown men to slobber over. Or maybe the boss's son had managed to offend someone badly enough for him to be here?
He yanked her hair once more, dragging her head painfully back and he cried out in pleasure. Suddenly a knife was slashed across her throat and he let her go.
It's not fair! She screamed in her head as she lay there dying. She could feel the man still cumming inside her as her blood rushed out.
The last thing that she saw before death took her was her owner jabbering away about how much it would cost to replace her.
Her body was fed into a woodchipper and the remains spread over the Volga river.
AN: Snuff films (films where the person dies as they climax) are, as far as I can tell, an urban myth. They don't appear to be real, but I thought that it might make a good way to kill her. And no, the last few years of her life would not have been good. It's also probably one of the cruelest fates that happens to her out of all the deaths in this story. All the other deaths just kill her. This is just a lingering fate that just sentences her to a life of abuse and torment. Incidentally, according to my research, a brothel worker can see up to nine men a day (or night) on a busy day. By my calculations, Lila has been used and abused up to nine thousand, eight hundred and fifty-five times by the time of her death here. (Although it may be less.)
AN3: The reason that I had her smuggled into Russia was that they sought to isolate her from any possible help. Anything that might allow her to escape. A language barrier is one of the ways that modern slave traders use to isolate people.
AN4: I haven't been able to find out a lot about the psychology of sex slaves, but the way that she calls herself livestock is a dissociation between her previous life and her life as a slave.
AN5: One of the things that bothers me about having Lila sex trafficked is that it leaves open the possibility that she would be able to worm her way out. She has a silver tongue, a scheming mind and enough spite to actually make it out the other side and cause further harm.