It feels like days since she has been in the dark room by herself. She's dehydrated, cold and starving. If Reyes hasn't left her here to die she contemplates whether or not it's worth coming clean to him. It was her sheer curiosity that got her in this position and she highly doubts she can get out of it. Wanting to just disappear she hears the large metal door open. It surprises her, she really thought she was just left in the room to waste away. She tries to strain her eyes to see who has come into the room, but it is no use until the lights switch on. It's Gabriel Reyes. She's dismayed. She thought there was a possibility of being saved. Sombra doesn't look at him too long, but she does notice that there is a bag in one hand and a large bucket in the other.

"You're going to cooperate with me through this, like it or not," he says as he places the bucket and bag on a table he drags towards her. She doesn't say anything back in return.

Taking the bucket off of the table he holds it over her head and turns it completely upside down. Ice water. Soap filled ice water. Sombra shrieks at the cold sensation against her skin. She is mad about this, but doesn't panic. At least she can get clean after being on a dirt covered floor, for who knows how long. Gabriel Reyes heads over to the bag and pulls out a sponge to wipe her down with. He won't allow her to bathe herself.

After cleaning her to what he considers to be sufficient he puts the bucket and sponge away. Sombra's skin slightly glistens from the makeshift shower. Not wanting to think about it anymore she brings up a different subject to him, "My wrists and ankles are sore. Please untie me."

He smirks. "You should have thought about that before withholding information from me."

She groans hearing his response. "I'm not withholding anything from you. You're asking questions you don't need the answers to."

He'll have to use a different tactic on her. This woman's will is stronger than he imagined it would be. After what happened previously, she should be less resilient. He admires that.

"I have something for you," he says. Sombra looks at him disappointed and annoyed. If he's not going to untie her what could he possibly be giving her?

She looks towards the bag as he pulls out what appears to be clothes. Not something she would normally wear either, something unpleasant. Reyes holds the outfit in front of him so she can get a better look. Lingerie... Sombra bursts out, "The hell do you think this is?! You better be the one putting that shit on!" The lingerie consists of a short babydoll top, thong, and thigh high stockings.

The worst thing about it, it was all pale pink.

"Whether or not you choose to explain who you are to me and why you were looking into my information doesn't change the fact that I can use you for something. So if you thought I was just going to off you, I'm not," he explains.

"I'd rather be dead than a part of your kink fetish," she scoffs. He laughs, was that supposed to be some sort of insult? "You're a real sick fuck," she continues. Her comments anger him, but he remains calm.

"I'm going to dress you," he says in a smooth demeanor.

"You can take this foot up your ass. I'm not wearing that," she states while spitting at him.

Reyes sighs and approaches her slowly. He gets down on his knees next to her, takes out a knife and cuts at the rope he has tied around her wrists and ankles. Sombra exhales relieved, "I knew you would come to see things my way."

Reyes stares harshly at her and allows the ropes to hit the floor before standing.

Eager, Sombra stands to her feet immediately. Her ankles and wrists are badly bruised. Almost as though her flesh has faded away. What once had a beautiful brown complexion, is now red and purple. It also hurts like hell. She can hardly stand. It is as though the circulation to her hands and feet have been cut off.

Trying to remain on her feet, Sombra uses the table as support and begins to look around the rest of the room. Reyes stands directly behind her and places his rough hands on her hips stabilizing her. She flinches at his touch. "I don't need your help," she shouts while clutching the table.

"Who said I was trying to help?" Sliding a hand up her waist and around her breasts he suddenly wraps his arm around her neck. She can't breathe and all she can think to do is to claw at his arm. The rest of her body is too weak to help. She can barely hold her hands up. Unable to put up a decent fight, Sombra falls unconscious.