*Imadeis Up Maximum Security Prison*
Ly Ly has her eyes closed, and is currently resting leisurely in her cell - to all outward appearances, a prisoner, securely kept under lock and key…
But. As we would soon see.
This was clearly not the whole - nor the end of the whole - story…!
Things had proceeded about as expected. That is. Initially. There had been no grounds for her to be detained any longer than the standard customary period, due to lack of evidence of any wrongdoing on her behalf.
Ly Ly had been ready to leave.
But then…!
It turned out that the Interpolitzia of the Police Force, this time, had had a new trick up their sleeve?!!?
Ly Ly's normally unbothered, demure eyes had widened, in shock!
Upon hearing that a seemingly harmless jock, - a certain CEO called 'Jake' - had given them some words this time, that might make her guilty, of a crime!!!?
Well. This was the official line. But of course.
Fatteus Slacké. That despicable, elephantine man, (and here, even Ly Ly had involuntarily shuddered) had had a far more sinister plan.
"My dear..." He delivered the words in oily tones, in a manner not dissimilar to one of the high-cholesterol fast food orders he enjoyed on Fridays… Thursdays, Mondays, Wednesdays, Tuesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays as well.
"To put it simply. You're looking at years, possibly decades, behind bars, not to mention having to pay back millions…" Fatteus had smacked his lips, and greasily, obligingly, laid out the letter of the law, even as he had, just earlier, made Jake sing to his prearranged score…
He let the heavy weight of the words, aptly mirrored by his overspilling physique, sink in, even as Ly Ly also imagined that the ground beneath his feet was also sinking from the sheer mass and gravitas, of what was likely the culmination of a large - probably family-sized actually - number of extraordinarily poor dietary choices.
That said. Speaking of choices… Due to Fatteus' clout, was there really going to be no way out!?
It was of course then that Fatteus Slacké had explained, smugly, backed by the full, weighty heft of the sickening satisfaction in getting to say the cliché, that: "Well… it didn't have to be this way..."
"Tell us what you know about the Dark Rizzard Alliance. Give us the links. And then there might be a chance to come back from the brink..."
(Paraphrased for style, but you get the idea...)
"Well… either way, you'll have plenty of time to think… it over, in your cell, before your life becomes a living hell..."
"What to do… it's up to you!"
"Horhorhorhorhorjorhorhor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Fatteus let out a rancid laugh, which honestly made Ly Ly - and many in the Audience as well - want to barf…
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That had been just a few hours ago. Her 'resting state' was now on show.
But of course, in reality, Ly Ly's mind was in full flow!
Mentally, she had taken in the scene. Looking for things that she could glean.
Taken in her surroundings too. Every mannerism, every observation, every pattern, could be a clue.
...One way or another… She would figure out what to do... !!!
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