Disclaimer: I do not own the tomb raider franchise, or any of the characters and plots associated with it. The following story is of my own doing, using some characters from the Tomb Raider franchise, as well as some of my own design.
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Prologue
"You've been a busy lady," said a voice through the darkness. The man spoke with an edgy, smooth tone; firm as if the man spoke the word of God himself. In his mind, it was only a matter of time before he actually did. "You are rather quiet… do you not like the hospitality here?" he spoke.
A cough came from the centre of the room as the woman he had addressed stirred, groaning as she did. The sounds she made intrigued him, but he pushed this out of his mind as he noted the scrapping of the metal handcuffs against the chair the woman was held in. A shining spotlight illuminated her face and she screwed her dark eyes up as she tried to adjust herself to her surroundings.
"Beautiful, don't you agree Miss Croft?" said the man, striding forward.
He walked around the room wondrously, his arms flailing about as he mocked the woman. He waited a few moments, his gleeful expression turning to one of irritancy. Slapping one of the burly guards on the shoulder, he stared at the woman.
"Well? With all your education and upbringing, are you actually going to have some manners and answer the question?"
The woman again groaned for a second before relaxing her shoulders and meeting the man's gaze, "You know me Lucas," her voice croaked, the distinct English accent unmistakable, "if I had something to say to you, I'd say it. Sadly, the only talking I wish to do involves a gun and well… you seem to have taken mine."
Lucas sniggered, staring around the room blindly before walking quickly over to her and placing a booted foot on the chair between the woman's thighs. Hunching over close to her face, his mouth mere millimetres away from her ear, he listened to her trying to control her breathing. He relished the feeling for a second, the close proximity to the cool, smooth skin exciting him before his soft voice spoke out once more.
"You know Miss Croft; you really should try and be a bit more pleasant!"
Kicking hard with his leg, he pushed over the chair, sending it a little way through the air. With a loud crash the steel frame hit the stone floor, shockwaves reverberating through the woman's body. She cried in pain as the back of her head crunched against the ground, spears of pain assaulting her brain as her chest began to rise and fall heavily, her breathing beyond control.
Lucas watched with a wry smile as the woman had fallen through the air, legs flailing as she tried to stop herself. The shock that had appeared in her face was imprinted in his mind vividly. He had never seen the famed Lara Croft in such a state. Still, time to get down to business he thought.
Pointing at one of his guards, a black pistol was thrown to him. Catching the weapon in one hand, he primed it and walked the few steps to where the adventurer had fallen, training the pistol on her forehead.
"Now Lara… Where is it?!"