The cold, damp air of the abandoned bunker bit at Lara’s skin. The Trinity soldiers, desperate and furious, had finally captured her. They didn't want answers, no… they wanted revenge.
They pinned her to the stone floor, overriding her struggles. Working in a frantic rush to ensure she had no hidden tools, a mercenary brutally tore away her cargo pants. They hauled her up and tied her arms securely to a rusted overhead pipe. They moved with such chaotic haste that they left her shirt on, though it was ripped wide open. Her large, shapely breasts were completely exposed, gleaming faintly in the dim light and moving with each of her heavy, anxious breaths.
Before she could scream for help, a thick piece of duct tape was slapped over her mouth, instantly choking her cries into muffled groans.
The heavy door slammed shut, leaving the room in near total darkness. Suspended, exposed, and silenced, Lara was in deep trouble once again. But as her fingers tested the tension of the ropes, the familiar spark of survival ignited inside her.