first task

Lara Croft clenched the telephone receiver, her knuckles white with tension as the distorted voice continued.

“Good morning, Miss Croft. I hope you’re comfortable,” the voice said, dripping with sarcasm. “You’re going to play a game. Until you win, you’ll remain in your current... exposed state. Fail, and let’s just say things will get much worse.”

Lara’s pulse quickened, but she **** herself to remain calm. “What do you want?” she demanded.

“It’s simple,” the voice replied. “Complete my challenges and solve my riddles. Succeed, and you’ll be free to go. For your first task, you’ll need to make use of the... delightful items around you.”

Lara scanned the room, her eyes landing on the used condoms that had fallen from the blanket. Her stomach turned, but she steeled herself. She had faced far worse.

“Your first challenge,” the voice continued, “is to collect all the used condoms in the room and drink cum from all of them Disgusting, isn’t it? But necessary. Only when they are clean will you receive your first riddle.”

Lara’s lip curled in revulsion. “You’re sick,” she spat into the receiver.

“Perhaps,” the voice said with a chuckle, “but you have ****. Time is ticking, Miss Croft.”

The line went dead, and Lara slammed the receiver down. She took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her. This was a test of her resolve, her willpower, and she couldn’t afford to falter.

She collects all of them and stars squeezing them one by one makes sure not even a drop remains.

She scrubbed them as best as she could, the process feeling like an eternity. Every moment was a battle against her own disgust. Finally a small beep from the telephone caught her attention. She picked up the receiver, and the voice returned, sounding almost pleased.

“Very good, Miss Croft. You’ve completed the first task. Now for your riddle: ‘I have keys but open no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter, but you can’t go outside. What am I?’”

Lara’s mind raced, the answer to the riddle surfacing almost immediately. But she held her tongue, wary of what the next challenge might bring. She needed to be prepared, mentally and physically, for whatever came next.

“The answer is... a keyboard,” she finally said, her voice steady.

The voice on the other end was silent for a moment before responding. “Correct. Very impressive, Miss Croft. But don’t get too comfortable. The next challenge awaits. But first, enjoy your brief respite. You’ve earned it.”

The line went dead again, and Lara sat down, the reality of her situation pressing heavily on her. She had won this round, but there was no telling what horrors lay ahead. She needed to stay strong, to stay focused, and above all, to survive.

She glanced around the room, her determination solidifying. She was Lara Croft, and she would find a way out of this twisted game, no matter what it took.