Showtime

Brutus "Showtime" sounded and Laila started moving.

The women were screaming as usual, only Li was swinging slowly with her upper body from left to right.

Laila grabbed her cold hand and pulled her into a free niche.

They made slow progress as the well-to-do Li followed her with unsteady shuffling strides.

Laila swore and pushed Li against the wall.

"If you want to survive, do what I tell you." she hissed at her.

Li's eyes were clouded, Laila had no idea if she had got to her.

Laila whirled around. A group of 10 men came slowly towards them.

Laila strolled calmly towards them.

A tall Mexican with greasy, long hair drove on. "What shoud that?"

Laila looked at him with an icy look.

Without approach, Laila took out and hit him hard against his front teeth.

She felt his teeth peel the skin from her ankles.

The Mexican gave a painful grunt.

Blood seeped through his mouthed fingers.

"Out of action - first" Laila thought and spoke to the remaining men. "This is going according to my rules."

Most men remained uncertain, knowing that Laila was protected under Brutus.

Two squat Puerto Ricans laughed at Laila .

"What do you think s.l.u.t to be able to do against all of us?"

Laila grinned and kicked the eloquent speaker against the neck, he rattled, he collapsed.

She looked at his partner.

"You," she looked at the rest of the group and selected another man "and you. The rest is waiting."

Under her instructions, they fell on Li.

More and more constellations she put together for Li, who had stopped yelling and whimpering.

Laila disgusted himself.

With grim determination, she continued until none of the men were left.

Finally, she pulled Li up by her hair and brutally slammed her tongue into her mouth.

Then she pushed Li back to the floor.

She lay in a crooked pose, whimpering.

Laila saw Lapuente and Brutus step through the door.

Her heart pounded, hopefully the pig had bitten.

His usually pale cheeks were covered with a rosy hue, his eyes glittered. "Bravo, bravo ..."

Laila put his head back and shook her hair.

The director walked slowly around Laila and the still whimpering Li.

"What do you mean, for some nice perks ... would you be ready to come to my office with your slave tomorrow night? "

"I f.u.c.k the perks, I want to get out of here."

The director rubbed his chin.

"Hm, hm, but you have to provide me with a unique movie template."

As fast as lightning, Laila pulled Brutus' baton off his hip.

She slid him o.b.s.c.e.n.ely through her closed fist.

"What do you mean, what could I do with this thing and the little one?" she whispered to Lapuente.

Laila saw beads of sweat glisten on his forehead before Brutus pulled her head back painfully by the hair.

He stripped her of the baton and pressed it against her throat.

"Shit, he could have done it less brutally." Laila thought.

"Wait, wait ..." The director gestured in Brutu's direction.

"Bring them to my office tomorrow."

Brutus let go of Laila , who coughed back in front of him, coughing and spitting.

The director left.

Her plan was successful.

Laila opened his eyes.

Laila blinked away the tears.

She m.o.a.n.e.d, the monstrosities that lay before her paralyzed her body and mind.

Again the malicious giggling. T

hen the commanding voice whispered to her, "You need information to get out of here alive."

"I'm crazy."

With trembling fingers she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Only a madman has a chance to finish this madman."

Grimly, Laila pressed his lips together, forcing himself to look and understand what Summersby's note meant "My collected works."

In one photo, Danielle's n.a.k.e.d body was set on a white mass and Summersby held a lid of the same rigid mass into the camera.

Danielle's body showed traces of white matter.

Probably plaster. Summersby had made a plaster cast of Danielle.

Laila guessed that the girl had not lived at this time.