Disclaimer: You know by now.

AN: Apparently murdering Lila painfully is like Pringles. Once you pop, you can't stop!

Lila wasn't afraid.

Sure, she had been dragged from her apartment in the middle of the night and dragged into an unlit car. And yes, the driver had stopped somewhere private to rape her. That had been...unpleasant to say the least, but at least it might gain her some sympathy when she was put on trial. (She winced at the thought of her upcoming trial. She would have preferred a longer sentence to being raped in a dark, empty car park.) It might even have been arranged by her defence council to gain sympathy! (She didn't really believe that, but she could hope, right?)

Now, she was sitting tied up in the front seat of a car, tied up and gagged. Just waiting to be found by the police. She hoped. Or at least taken to the next stage of her kidnapping at least. That had to be a good thing, right?

Nobody in their right mind would leave someone tied up and gagged in a car for nothing right? Cars were expensive enough after all. Even cars that looked ready for the scrapheap. And...well if she was going to be killed...well it would have happened by now.

She could hear machinery moving nearby and felt a wave of relief. Surely if machinery was being used, it meant that there were people nearby and she would be found. She shuddered slightly. The people who found her might rape her again. Still, she was sure that she would be fine.

She felt the car suddenly jolt as it was lifted into the air, as if lifted by a giant hand. Lila started desperately looking around. This was not normal. This was very not normal at all.

The car moved through the air and the sound of machinery became louder and louder. Lila felt a trickle of fear go through her. Something was happening and it did not sound good.

The car landed with a clunk and Lila felt a brief wave of relief until she saw the wall in front of her move forward and in the mirror, she could see the wall behind her move towards her as well. And the ceiling that she hadn't noticed before.

She screamed.

It was a futile gesture of course. Even if she could be heard over the machinery, she was unlikely to be heard by anyone friendly. Or even anyone willing to stop the machinery.

She began to rock back and forth, throwing her weight against the doors and windows, desperately trying to escape. The doors and windows however remained stubbornly shut.

The front of the car began to cave in and the front of the car crushed her legs. Lila screamed again, this time in pain as her legs broke in several places. This was followed in short order by her feet being crushed by the engine as it smashed down onto them.

She threw herself sideways, narrowly avoiding the now descending roof, but with her legs and feet now firmly trapped, she was completely unable to move.

The seats, now bending forward under the pressure from above, broke her hip in two and Lila screamed in pain once more. She twisted herself to avoid the descending driver's seat and she was left staring up in horror as the seat moved inexorably towards her.

She could see the dashboard moving closer and she screamed once more, more out of desperation than actual hope. She knew that she wasn't going to be heard. She knew that she was going to die here.

There was a loud snapping sound and she suddenly lost all feeling below the middle of her back. Her spine had finally succumbed to the pressure and snapped.

Finally the driver's seat began to press against her chest. It was getting harder and harder to breath. She couldn't even scream any more and tears of rage and fear ran down her cheeks.

Finally she lost consciousness. By the time her broken ribs pierced her lungs, she was mercifully unable to feel anything. By the time it crushed her skull, she was already dead.