Sonofabitch-

As her senses gradually return to her she finds herself still on Roth's bed, a profound feeling of ache, soreness, and filth pervading her being. Looking over she sees Roth lying on his back, a small smile playing across his face as he breaths deeply in sleep. That SON. OF. A. BITCH. The fury that rises up almost blacks out the pain as Lara restrains herself from trying to claw his eyes out. Making as little noise as possible Lara slid off the bed onto the floor, wincing as her entire core pulses pain in protest, tip-toeing her way to the door.

"And where do you think you're going Lara?"

Spinning around the battered woman is faced with her assailant, smug looking and not at all as handsome as she had once felt. Lara didn't speak. She couldn't think of any words that did her justice. Backing towards the door she hobbled as the weight between her legs throbbed in pain: Her dick from being beaten within an inch of its life and her balls from being so completely overtaxed for production. The bastard still had that stupid smile on his face. She just wanted to...

"Up for round two?"

...kill him. She wanted to kill him. Spinning, she grabbed the old rifle on his desk and his smile vanished.

"Wait! Lara, It's me! It-" BANG.

...and Lara awoke with a scream.