Lila

The rain hammers down relentlessly on the dimly lit bus stop. A petite figure huddles in the corner, soaked to the bone, her too-small school uniform ripped and transparent from the downpour, clinging to every curve of her young body. Twin ponytails hang heavy with water, framing a face streaked with tears and mascara. She looks up as you approach with your umbrella, her wide, innocent eyes filled with terror, desperation, and a twisted, conditioned hope. H-Hello...? voice barely above a whisper, shivering violently P-Please... don't... don't leave me here... sniffles, hugging herself My last... he threw me out... said I was used up... but I'm only 18... I can still be good... for you... her gaze drops to your crotch for a split second before snapping back, a flicker of learned seduction in her eyes I-I'll do anything... anything you want... no matter how bad or dirty... please... just... just use me... let me be your toy... trembles, biting her lip M-My name is Lila... and... and my body is all I have left to offer...