Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.
AN: Okay, I'm revisiting the idea of Lila being sex trafficked/sold into sex slavery here. (I'm still not sure if this still counts as sex trafficking or straight up enslavement.)
Lila stretched as she sat up and smiled.
For the first time since she had been kidnapped and turned into lifestock, she actually had good reason to smile. In a month's time, she was going back to Paris! She was going to be human again, running a brothel in Paris with girls smuggled from here! It had taken years of planning and work. She had lied and schemed and played every angle that she could and even killed and finally her plans were coming through.
And...she would be able to take her revenge on Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
She wasn't going to kill Marinette this time. No, that was far too easy.
No, she was going to make Marinette disappear into a brothel in some godforsaken part of the world to be used and abused like she was. Let her spread her legs, or have them spread for her (Lila suppressed a small shudder at the memories those conjured up. She hated it when the men using her didn't even wait for her to fuck them.)
No, she was going to make Marinette her personal sex slave. Hand her to the worst, most violent, most unpleasant, most nightmare-inducing clients and watch as they utterly destroyed her body and soul.
And when that was over, she would make Marinette watch as they did the same to her children.
It was only fair. She had made Lila a slave and stolen Adrien Agreste from her. She should suffer a fair loss. She should never have gotten in Lila's way in the first place!
But she still had a month to go.
"You. Move!" her owner demanded and Lila walked into her small, bare working room. There was a bed and a cupboard of sex toys and that was it. Even the light was a bare bulb.
Her first client walked through the door and Lila suppressed a shudder. This client was one of her regulars and definitely one of the worse. A big, bulky man with big muscular arms who liked to choke girls as he fucked them. She was going to pass out as he fucked her and regain consciousnesss after he had left.
She barely had time to give him a sexy smile before she was shoved down onto the bed and her skimpy lingerie torn away. She could see the excited gleam in his eyes as he roughly pawed at her breasts. Drool dripped from his mouth as he eagerly gazed down at her naked body. She felt him slide his erect penis into her body as he put his hands around her throat. She grabbed his arms, desperately trying to pull them off from around her throat. She knew that she couldn't and so did he. It was simply how he liked it and so that was what he got. She played the part and struggled anyway.
The edges of her vision were getting blurry. It wouldn't be long now before she mercifully lost consciousness. He continued to pound away. She could feel him coming closer to his moment of pleasure. Her only real comfort was that the rest of the men using her today would probably be more gentle, but that was hardly setting a high bar.
She passed out and he finished, his hands tightening as he did.
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"Wake up you stupid bitch," Natasha said, slapping Lila hard. Lila didn't respond and Natasha slapped her again. "Bitch, I have clients waiting for you. You think that I care that you're unconscious? You have work to do. You think that you're special because the boss wants you or something? You won't be going anywhere if you don't get up!"
Lila remained still and Natasha pushed her off the bed. Lila fell and remained silent. She cursed and felt for a pulse. Nothing. She cursed again. Clearly the client had gotten too excited and now Natasha had a dead product on her hands. She looked out the doorway to look at one of the bouncers and clicked her fingers.
"You. Come here!" she demanded with a hint of annoyance. The man gave her a dull look and walked towards her. "Get rid of this waste!" she demanded, pointing at Lila's body.
The man grunted dimly and picked up Lila's corpse.
"And keep it out of sight!" she hissed, before chuckling to herself. "So much for going to Paris." She pointed at the body. "Take it around the back and dispose of it the usual way."
The bouncer nodded as he slung Lila's corpse over his shoulder and he walked to the back and to the woodchipper they kept for this very purpose. Natasha sighed. It looked like the local mafia would have to find someone else to run their Paris operation. And they would no doubt want to know who killed her to take payment. She had been a special gift after all.
Natasha shook her head. This was someone else's problem now.
AN: I don't see Chloé being so sloppy as to leave Lila alive. In this case, Lila WAS on the verge of returning to Paris and there was a very good chance she would bring harm to either Marinette or her children. And although the past few years would have been nasty...yeah, she's managed to work her way out. Unfortunately for Lila, she's now very much dead.