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AN: This one hit me as I was researching painful deaths. So, even though nobody is reading or reviewing this, here's another Lila death.
AN2: Apparently people have asked some pretty disturbing questions on the internet...my Google history is looking very morbid about now.
The clock struck four.
It had been four hours since they had kidnapped her. Four hours since she had been grabbed from her apartment. Four hours since her tag had been expertly removed. Four hours since she had been roughly woken and dragged from her bed wearing nothing but a thin nightdress and shoved into the back of a van.
At first, she hoped it had been a rescue attempt. Maybe her mother had been able to pull a few strings and have her escape from the country before her trial. She had shivered from the cold, but she had been hopeful at least.
That had lasted until they tore her nightdress away. Just ripped it apart like a child ripping open a present and leaving her crouched over, desperately trying to cover her now naked body. She could see the men smirking as they drank in the sight. It left her feeling terribly vulnerable, like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. And the men were looking at her like she was a prize dish.
Less than a minute later, they began to rape her.
Again and again, through every way possible, they slammed her to the ground and used her without a second thought.
This was supposed to happen to Marinette! She yelled. The men ignored her cries and continued to force themselves on her. She began to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks. It didn't stop them. She begged. They simply ignored her. She even tried to bargain and she had been slapped across the face for her troubles as they continued to take turns.
"Damn," one of the men said as he pulled himself out of her. "Most girls would have passed out by now."
"What?" she asked weakly.
"You know," he said in a conversational tone. "If you had just passed out, you could have saved us all a lot of trouble. Yeah, it's not as much fun without you bucking about, but it makes the next part easier."
"Next...part…?" she asked weakly, feeling her limbs shake slightly.
"Hey, does anyone else want one last go?" he asked and the other three men shook their heads.
"I'm getting hungry," a tall blond man said with a smirk. The first man shrugged and picked her up.
"Well open it up then," he said and Lila heard something click. She felt him walking towards something and her eyes widened as she looked at the small hatch he was carrying her towards.
"What are you-where are you-what…"
The man ignored her and stopped by the hatch. He brought her closer and closer to it. Suddenly she stuck her legs out to either side of and pushed. The man carrying her grunted with annoyance.
"See, this is why I prefer it when they're passed out," he grumbled as he tried to push her legs in. "Come on girl. You're not making this any easier. Did you enjoy us fucking you so much that you want more?"
Lila continued to push, desperately trying to avoid the hatch. She had no idea what the hatch led to, but she could tell that it was not going to be good and she didn't want to go in there.
He slammed her against the wall hard, making her head shake.
"You," he growled, "are going in there. We're being paid a lot of money for this and we're getting hungry." He looked over to his companions. "Help me here."
Two of the men walked over and Lila half recoiled, half expecting them to start raping her again. One grabbed her legs and held them together. The other grabbed her arms and held them above her and they carried her towards the hatch.
She tried desperately to pull her legs apart, to move, to try and stop them putting her into the hatch. She failed. They were simply too strong and she was still weak from the hours that they had spent raping her. With a single movement, she was shoved inside.
It was dark inside the hatch. Dark and cold and metallic and very cramped.
Then it began to heat up.
The air was getting warmer. The metal container. She began screaming in pain as it began to heat up. Soon it was burning her. She could smell meat cooking...she could smell herself cooking.
Outside,her captors licked their lips in eager anticipation.
The air was becoming thin. It was getting harder and harder to breath even as she continued to scream. Her lungs were beginning to burn with the effort of breathing. And she could feel her skin burning, cooking like a slab of meat in the oven. She swore to herself that if she ever escaped from here, she would never eat meat again.
Being cooked like a slab of meat was more than enough to put her off.
(At the back of her mind, she realised that she was almost certainly not getting out alive.)
She began to drift in and out of consciousness. She could feel herself struggling to stay conscious as she continued to push against the door. Every part of her hurt, every second was pure burning agony...
She lost consciousness.
Nine hours later, her now cooked body was removed. Her captor gazed on with eager, greedy expressions on their faces. One man pulled out a carving knife.
"Right," he said with a smile. "Who wants the first piece?"
And with that, he began to cut.