Layla

Chapter 7: The Caspartina, Part 2

March 15, 1962

(5:00 pm)

"Here's some clean clothes," The telepath stated flatly as Layla looked up from her sad musings laying on the bed waiting for Schmidt to come back and shot her dead. "Don't go jumping in the ocean with these." 

The telepath, dressed in all white, just stood there and waited for Layla to put on the clothing she had so generously offered. It must be strange for her not to be able to read her mind or control her. Unlikely it was that Layla was the first person she had not been able to read, she did feel some superiority over the telepath. She was just as powerless as she was. 

Besides Schmidt, Layla could not think of a person she could not control, there were those that gave her great difficulty to control, but they all bent to her will if she tried hard enough. It must be so strange though to have someone like Layla, an intelligent, cowardly girl before her and the telepath couldn't do anything to her person. 

It didn't mean the telepath couldn't go through Pietro to hurt her. Given Schmidt's apparent fondness for Pietro though, Layla knew that the telepath could do nothing to harm her son. 

She held up the white dress, there was a floral white mesh design above the satin dress... And it was so short. Layla was 167cm, not short, but not tall either, and this dress was going to land well above her knees. The telepath was wearing a similar dress, that landed halfway down her thigh, far too short for Layla's taste or modesty.

Layla knew better than to complain. She had been forced to wear League of German Girls uniforms during her time in the camps when she was brought out to execute prisoners. He had done it not only to humiliate her but to remind her and those she was going to kill that they were being killed not just by a freak of nature, but a supposed Nazi. 

She had killed her own people dressed as a fucking nazi, and Herr Doktor had done nothing but reward her for it by giving her an actual dinner. A part of her did enjoy seeing him bring out that uniform, especially when it had been days since she had eaten anything more than scraps of bread and chicken. It had only confirmed to her that she was going to hell, even when she felt as though she wanted nothing but death, she had still killed them and went back to Schmidt's resident and eaten like a Queen for the evening. 

Layla put on the dress in front of the telepath, as the telepath had made it clear she was not leaving until Layla was dressed. The dress was comfortable, and she did feel somehow unrestrained in it, but it was still something Schmidt was forcing her to wear. And if he decided to feed her a large dinner after wearing it she knew she would be sick. 

"He'll want to see you look presentable," The telepath asserted. "I'll be right back." 

The telepath left with that note. What did she mean look presentable? What was Schmidt doing? Bringing her out in front of a crowd of idiots she was supposed to seduce and kill them? Had he made her his prisoner so quickly? Had her standing up to him earlier pissed him off so much that he had decided to imprison her and use her "mutation" against his enemies already? 

He was going to use Pietro against her. He'd hide her son from her until she did as she as he commanded. He seemed healthy now, but it wouldn't be long now before he too would be a prisoner of Schmidt just as she had been, and now. If he developed abilities at all, Schmidt would put him through the same trials and test as he had both she and Erik. And if he never developed abilities... he'd torture him, trying to make something appear that was never going to. 

The telepath came back with a makeup bag. She gave the bag to Layla and made it clear that Layla needed to put on whatever makeup look she deemed fit. What was going on?