The jungle was heavy with mist, each breath thick with damp earth and danger. Lara Croft had been hunting down a rogue band of armed wild forces that had been terrorizing the villages. She tracked them for days, moving like a shadow, until finally, the hunters became the hunted.

A sudden snap of a branch. A net dropped from the trees. Before she could react, the mercenaries swarmed her. They stripped her weapons away, tied her down, and threw her onto the ground, their cruel laughter echoing in the night. Helpless, she glared at them with defiance, refusing to show fear, even as they closed in.

They strip her clothes exposing a toned, muscular body, wearing dark bra, she lies restrained, her lips sealed with silver tape. They were about to do something inappropriate to her then suddenly.

One of the members run in panting.

Member: "he has found us!!