Lila grimaced as she looked out at the night sky and shivered. It was cold out here. She tugged at the ropes holding her and sighed. They were tight and holding well.
Obviously, this was some kind of prank. All she had to do was wait for them to let her go.
"Alright, you've had your joke!" she shouted out to apparently nobody in particular. She was met with only silence.
"Come on, this is getting old!" she yelled again. Still there was no response. She huffed slightly in annoyance. No doubt these friends of hers (or Marinette's. She was a student. It seemed like the kind of thing students might consider funny. Lila certainly would if she was the one doing it.)
To make it worse, she was smeared with something sticky. She licked her lips. It was honey.
She saw a figure walking towards her. Their shape was indistinct and not very clear, but the figure seemed to be...off somehow.
As they came closer, she realised that the figure was wearing a beekeeping outfit and carrying a box. Lila felt a twinge of unease and dread somewhere in her stomach. Something was not right here. Something that didn't bode well for her immediate future.
"It's been a good joke, but...can you let me go now please?" she asked, slightly uncertain. "I could make it worth your while. I know some very rich and powerful people and with a word in the right ear…"
The figure said nothing and placed the box down. Lila felt a sense of rising panic. Whatever was in that box, she wasn't sure that she wanted to see what was in it. She decided to try charm once more. She gave the figure a seductive look.
"I could make it worth your while," she purred. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little more...comfortable?"
The figure continued to ignore her and opened the box, stood up and walked away. Lila kicked against her restraints once more.
Suddenly she could hear a buzzing sound. A lot of buzzing and she sighed. Really? Was getting stung a few times the best that they could come up with? Obviously she had overestimated her captors.
She let out a yelp of pain as the first bee stung her ear. It seemed like a signal. Suddenly she was being stung in every place a bee could land.
Through the haze of stinging pain, she remembered an article about someone dying of an allergic reaction to a bee sting. She tried to shake the bees off of her, but it only seemed to make them more angry and they simply stung her all the more.
Somewhere through the haze of pain, she could feel herself faze in and out of consciousness. The stings seemed to be having a multiplacative effect, with every fresh sting now coming on top of another sting. She was hurting! This was hurting and God knows how long she would keep hurting. She screamed and raged in a mixture of pain and anger.
Eventually she passed out, her body a swollen mess of stings, but the bees kept stinging.
And several hours after she finally died, the same figure walked out to her and removed the beehive. He untied her corpse and fed the now unrecognisable body through a woodchipper.