The bandits lock her in a cell

After several twists and turns, they reach a heavy door, which one of the men hauls open to reveal a dead-end room: just a dimly-lit box with some piled-up rags lying on the floor as a form of bedding. A prison.

Exhausted, Lux slumps down on her knees, but two of the men grab her arms and drag her inside the room. As they hold her up by her wrists, another picks up a bucket of water and sloshes it over her. It’s ice cold, and she yelps weakly at the sudden sensation; he pays particular attention to rinsing her breasts, making her nipples harden painfully.

Their leader leans down to her. “Don’t you forget about what I said. You’re ours now, see. You’ll never see the outside again…unless I’m feeling really generous. So I’ll give you a bit of time to decide if you’re going to be a good girl.”

The bandits let go of her arms, and Lux slumps down onto the pile of rags, shivering. She dimly hears footsteps moving away, and the door closes with a firm thud.