Captured.

Screaming back to life, Lara gasped on the ground.

What. The. Fuck.

That had been the most real, the most insane, the... worst dream Lara had ever had. Now that she was awake her internal organs all felt as though they were in the proper place and her asshole felt unmolested. It had all been so real... Objectively she knew it was all just in her head but she wasn't sure she could look at Roth the same way ever again. The things he had done to her were... unforgivable. Even as she shuddered at the memory she felt a pulse from her groin as the filthy images came back. Cum everywhere: spewing inside her, out of her, the taste of it in her mouth as she willingly blew him...

Her erection strained against her pants and she gave it a hateful smack, accomplishing the exact opposite of what she wanted as the rod spiked her brain with pleasure. Ignoring it with a vengeance, if such a thing were possible, she expanded her focus to examine her situation. The first thing she noticed was the dim flickering light, like candles, and the parched red dust under her that seemed to be filled with splintered... bones? Looking up and around frantically she found herself in a dark prison cell which was indeed lit by candles. Hundreds of them. It would have been borderline creepy had it not been for the smashed bits of skeleton strewn about the blood-colored floor. That made it absolutely satanic.

Pulse racing and all lustful thoughts thoroughly forgotten, she scrambles to her feet searching wildly for a way out. "Lara?" Came a quiet voice from the bars on one side of her cell.