Dripping... I could hear dripping water...

Slowly, I opened my eyes. The open wound in my head throbbed violently, and I suppressed another violent wave of nausea that came up. I swallowed hard.

Looking to my right, I noticed the source of the dripping water; a leaky faucet above an old sink. A small desk and chair to the left of that. This looked like some kind of holding cell but inside some kind of warehouse? I couldn't be sure except for how dark it was.

Okay Lara...Remember Roth's training...

I had been captured...that much was certain. My hands were no longer bound, yet the cuts in my wrist from my bindings remained. My head still felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer, and I whimpered as I reached up slowly to inspect the wound on my head. Someone had bandaged it...beyond that, tiny scratches ran up my entire body. My ankle felt like it might be fractured, probably broken, but I couldn't be sure with the swelling.

Placing my weight on my good ankle, I grimaced and pressed my hands against the wall behind me and attempted to stand, before dizziness made that impossible and the entire world span before me, causing me to fall back down to my knees. I cursed as I scratched my knees open on the concrete.

I was captured...certainly concussed...but I was alive.

Putting my back against the wall, I placed my hands on the floor in an effort to steady myself from the dizziness temporarily.

Okay Lara...Think...think...Assess your situation...

I had on the same cargo pants, although they were ripped at the knee and tattered from the explosion. Same with the tank top I wore, but for the most part I seemed to be in one piece. I also noticed my gear along with all my weapons had been taken, along with my radio...No way to get to Jonah then yet...

Suddenly, I heard the creaking of a door in the distance, followed by footsteps. The only door to the room I was in opened, and a group of men walked in. I didn't recognize any of them...except for one...

"Rourke..." I said slowly, glaring at him from the spot on the floor I was on.

He smirked at me as he entered. "Lara Croft..." He gave me a long look up and down my body before tutting and shaking his head. "I'm sorry you got so beat up...were my men mean to you?" He laughed, his hand still resting on the rifle that sat slung over his shoulder.

I didn't say anything. I continued glaring up at him. I was Lara fucking Croft, and there was no way I was showing him how injured I really was.

"You know, I have orders from Dominguez..." he began "But I told him it was useless. Told him you were a stubborn little cunt who was hard to break when it came to giving up secrets..."

I sat up further, never taking my eyes off him.

"Unless...I'm wrong...? Am I? Am I wrong Lara...?" in a mock kind voice, he took two more steps towards me, closing the space between us.

I swallowed hard and gathered my bearings. "Go to hell you sad fucking piece of shit...Holding me here won't do anything..." I muttered. He took another step towards me, and I spat at him, hitting him right on his shoes.

Looking down at what I had just done, he stopped, and his face turned dark. He lunged towards me, but I had been ready for that. I dived over to my left, landing on my front before kicking my foot back and hitting him directly in the knee. Cursing, he landed on the ground and the men who had been standing behind him lunged into action. Feeling an elbow wrap its way around my neck, I bit down on his arm hard before grabbing it and throwing him forward over my shoulder, only to suddenly be tackled back by a third man who had been waiting. I felt yet another weight land on my legs and I yelled out in pain as my bad ankle was crushed by the man suddenly restraining my feet. I elbowed the man behind me in the face before I heard him curse and bend my arm behind my back, almost popping out my shoulder.

I realized I was overpowered very quickly. Without my weapons, I had been known to fight off three fully grown men no problem in the past. But there were five of them here, and along with my concussion, I wasn't able to free myself from their grip.

My arms were bent painfully behind me, and I was suddenly completey pinned down, each one of my limbs held down by a different man, as Rourke stood up and dusted himself off, panting slightly. "Well it seems I was right after all...your reputation precedes you..."

I was flipped over on to my back to face him and I struggled to sit up slightly, wincing against the pain in my shoulders as they were bent behind me. I said nothing, looking down at the ground and avoiding eye contact, still struggling even though I knew it was futile.

"Miss Croft...Miss Croft? Look at me."

Kneeling down to get to my level, he reached forward and grabbed my face with his right hand, squeezing hard and forcing me to face in his direction. I glared into his eyes as he squeezed harder.

"If you won't talk, we'll MAKE you talk...You know that sweetheart right...?"

I continued to stay silent, scowling up at him. His eyes wandered down my face and I felt his thumb beginning to brush over my lower lip. I cursed under my breath as I tried to shake my head free of his grip.

"In the mean time, we could definitely put that mouth to good use...now couldn't we..?" He smirked, before standing back up and removing his satchel.

My eyes went wide. "N-no..." I shook my head, still not beliving he was actually going to try what I think he was.

I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt before I saw him throwing it to the side and beginning on his zipper. He chuckled as he saw the panic in my eyes. "Come on, the great Lara Croft isn't scared of a little dick every now and then right...?"

Adrenaline surged through my body as I my struggle increased tenfold, and I fought against the men holding me down like a wild cat. I could take being beaten, but this was something I'd never let happen without at least at fight...

I heard whooping and laughing from the men holding me down as I strained against them. "It's okay sweetheart, just let it happen, you know we got you...!" I heard more raucous laughter as they pushed me back to be lying down on to the ground. Rourke walked over to me, and I saw him pull his cock out of his pants, stroking it and smirking down at me. I grunted as I felt him kneel down and straddle my chest, his cock now directly in front of my face.

"Get the FUCK OFF...NO..." I screamed before closing my mouth tight shut and trying to move my head away.

"Come on sweetheart, gotta breath sometime..." Hands grabbed at my neck and head to try and keep it in place, while someone pinched my nose hard to try get my mouth to open back up. Not able to hold my breath anymore, my mouth opened slightly as I gasped for breath, before feeling my jaw be physically pulled open by somebody's hands. That's when I felt Rourke's hard Cock be pushed forcibly into my mouth.

"Mmmmff fuck I love it when they struggle..." Rourke said lecherously, as he forced my mouth open and pushed in. More whooping and laughter from his friends as they continued to keep me pinned down. I felt Rourke's fingers pressing forcefully into the back of my head as he pushed his cock deeper down my throat. Choking slightly, I made one more desperate attempt to shake off the hands that were pinning my arms down. I tried to move my head away again before I was slapped hard around the face and held back in place by the throat. My eyes watering, I gagged hard as he groaned in pleasure and hit the back of my throat. He was about to make me throw up. My stomach lurched.

That was the moment that I bit down. Hard.

A scream erupted from Rourke's mouth as he jumped back, grabbing his injured cock in his hands, blood dripping down from his fingers. I coughed and spluttered as I spit out some of the blood that had pooled in my mouth, feeling it dribble down my lips.

"You...YOU..." He roared, all of a sudden grabbing his holster he'd dropped on the ground and taking out his pistol. Grabbing me by the neck, he squeezed hard, pressing the barrel of the gun against the same bandaged wound in my head. I choked and coughed as he seemingly tried to strangle me, feeling the wound in my head open back up. I couldn't breathe.

"Boss...BOSS..." I heard one of his buddies say, before he put a hand on Rourke's shoulder.

Rourke said nothing, but released his grip on my neck, panting hard as he glared down at me, still not removing the gun. I gasped as I felt my breath come back.

"You said...you said to keep her alive right..."

Rourke said nothing still but removed the gun from my temple. Never taking his eyes off me, he stood up slowly, zipping his pants back up.

"You're lucky my friends have more patience than me, miss Croft..." he shook his head and chuckled. Looking at his friends, he beckoned with his right hand. "Let her go..."

The men restraining me suddenly released their grip, joining his side, leaving me in a crumpled heap on the floor. I scrambled to my feet, glaring back at them, my hand holding the wall behind me to stay steady.

"Mark my words miss Croft...you'll be punished for that..." He glared back at me, the evil smirk he had before disappearing. I said nothing, wiping away the blood from the corner of my mouth.

He nodded his head at his men. "Let's get out of here. I was going to feed her tonight but I don't think she deserves it now boys, don't you think?" Opening up the cell door behind him, he exited along with his men. Experience taught me better than to try making a bolt for the door...In my injured state I'd be no match to outrun any of them right now.

"Sweet dreams, Miss Croft..." I heard with a chuckle, before the cell door was closed with a clang in front of me. I heard the bolt lock.

I waited until they had left before limping over to the sink and turning on the tap, trying to rinse out the taste that had just been forced into my mouth. I spat furiously, brushing my teeth with my finger, phsyically disgusted by what had just happened to me.

Where was Jonah...?

With a whimper, I slid back down the wall to be sitting on the ground, my hand coming up to rub my head where the pistol had just been pressing.

"Fuck..." I muttered out loud as my head dropped and a small sob escaped my lips, but I held it in as soon as I heard it come out. I was Lara Croft...I may have been captured but I did not cry...

Jonah ran through my mind again. Where was he? When I had noticed Trinity on our tail, I had ordered him to split up and hide while I dealt with them...I didn't want him getting hurt. I also knew he wasn't as keen on killing as I was...Me? I killed when I needed to, but I knew he didn't like doing it.

I sat there and thought. I just needed to come up with a plan. Trinity still had no idea what we were looking for, and for now, it would stay that way. I would try to sleep, get my strength back up, lick my wounds...and when the time was right...THEN...then I would get myself out and find Jonah again...I just had to be patient.

Laying down on the concrete floor, I closed my eyes, and for a few hours, tried to shut the rest of the world out.