'will cost this pretty one her life' Those were the words that had the butterflies in her stomach going overtime. She felt sick...Maybe if she threw up on the gun it'd be rendered useless, the man's fingers trailing down her flat stomach did not help to make her feel better. Lila's dancers legs were already shaking. When the hand moved off her body, Lila's tear filled eyes closed.<br/><br/>Before she could comprehend what was happening, Lila was flying toward the floor, her arms moved out to break her fall. She kicked and let out muffled screams as she was dragged across the floor, tears once more trailing down her cheeks. There was so much she wanted to live for. Dancing. Dancing. one day finding someone who understood the demands on a dancers life, then when she's a little past her prime having a baby. Only one, then teaching. She wanted to be a great teacher like Madame...but now...?<br/><br/>His hand at her throat now, wide eyes staring at the bound woman. She daren't even breathe, then her eyes focused on the gun and once more her eyes closed, body now visibly trembling. Her eyes were closed so tightly that they actually hurt. The next seconds seemed to last forever...Click...Her head didn't explode!! She also managed to avoid letting her bladder go from fear. No death, no pissing herself...accomplishment.<br/><br/>Lila's body was shaking with dry sobs now. She didn't scream, only shook and cried...Her relief cry was interrupted with a knee between her shoulder blades. What was going to happen now? Would death have been a better fate? How long would it take for people to look for her...for them... She didn't fight as the man and woman tired her body. She just didn't have it in her to fight anymore. Though she did try and beg.<br/><br/>"Please let us go...we...haven't done anything..." the words would be hard to decipher through her sobbing breaths.<br/>