บท 38: Lapuente
She had finally laughed aloud in the face, after she had burst with his hands and lips his tank of domination.
After a long shower, they sat on the couch again, drinking tequila and discussing details of their plan.
Laila learned that Lapuente used celluloid to plunder many peacemakers' nights, then offer them in expensive circles for use in relevant circles.
The harder the men were with the women, the more money he got for his films.
Now Laila also understood why Lapuente, no later than their deal with Jefe, no longer attached importance to their presence.
Brutus knew that it was Lapuentes greatest desire to make a film, one woman raped another and then Lapuente himself later played the male lead role.
More and more often, the guards had to persuade various women to this perverse play.
But despite severe beatings and physical and psychological humiliation, Lapuente had never been able to find even one single woman who made his perverse dreams a reality.
Sometimes the women he had chosen for his purpose disappeared without a trace.
The files contained references to transfers to other prisons, sometimes their names disappeared just as easily as the women themselves.
Brutus reported emotionless, as Lapuente repeatedly described his very personal script in all details. A young Asian girl with a boyish figure ...
Brutus looked disgusted as he described Laila Lapuente's directions.
Thanks to Brutu's contact with Anita and Miguel's influence over certain authorities, 19-year-old Li Wong has been in Lapuentes Prison since today.
Traffickers had taken them across the Mexican border and forced them into prostitution.
Li embodied the epitome of a part of Lapuentes disgusting movie event.
He only needed the second wife.
Here Laila came into play.
As much as Laila tried to feel something like remorse or shame on Li, those feelings just did not want to happen.
Laila hated that.
Her own messed-up life, and ultimately the events just prior to her arrest and within these walls, had made her another human.
Externally, she appeared unscathed, but deep scars over her soul and worsened every day a little more their chances of a normal life.
All her actions and actions revolved around one purpose: to let her words, which she had whispered to Jessica, finally be followed by action.
It was like an inner compulsion, a perverse obsession.
Laila hoped to buy forgiveness by slaughtering as many child molesters as possible.
Your personal ticket back to the bright side of life.
More and more frequently Laila suspected that it was her fate that good and evil were fighting over her.
Both sides are not sure where this game would lead Laila to.
People on their way were means to an end.
Physically, she had enjoyed being with Brutus, otherwise he cared nothing for her.
Her plan to kill him had not given Laila complete abandonment.
He, too, was a means to an end - he had tolerated Lapuente and his deeds too long, too often using Laila as a plaything for his own benefit.
His motives were still in the dark for her.
Softly, her mind whispered unpleasant things.
"You have to kill him to leave him." That was sick, but Laila did see a spark of truth in it.
The idea that he would let her go, with the knowledge of his role in the murder of Lapuente was unimaginable.
She turned her face to the wall and stroked the notches in the surface. "Showtime"
Laila stood apart from the shivering women and tried not to stare constantly at the upper gallery. There stood Lapuente and made the last settings on his camera.
Again and again he ran his fingers nervously through his pomadiges hair and wiped the oily palms on his chest.
He looked as excited as a groom just before the wedding night.
Laila gazed coldly into the clouded eyes of the young Asian woman standing in the midst of the women's group, swaying slowly on her legs.
Li was completely stung.
She was small and petite and boyish.
Her patent black pageboy's head shimmered almost blue at the top of her head.
Many of the men drooled in Li's direction.
Satisfied, Laila realized that Li was stealing the show today and she had the element of surprise on her side.
Laila felt uncomfortable in her blood red string.
She had insisted on remaining fully clothed, but Brutus had held her string unblinking.
"Do not attract unnecessary attention" was his motto.
Laila hated fighting naked, feeling defenseless and afraid she would not find the right rhythm in the punches and kicks.
It did not fight so well with wobbly tits.
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