Tomb Raider: A Walk in Egypt

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[Laura's Biography]
Nationality: British
Date of Birth: February 14, 1968 (Wednesday)
Place of Birth: Wimbledon
Marital Status: Single
Blood Type: AB
Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Measurements: 36F, 24, 35
Ambition: Any challenging sport. Has an unusual interest in various modes of transport.
Education:
Homeschooled: 3-11 years old
Wimbledon Girls' School: 11-16 years old
Gostown Boarding School: 16-18 years old
Swiss Girls' Academy: 18-21 years old
Laura Crawford is the daughter of Lord Hensingley Crawford and received an aristocratic education from a young age.
Because her father was an archaeologist, Laura Crawford was also quite interested in this mysterious field,
showing interest in climbing and acrobatics from a young age, thus developing excellent skills. However, she had no
interest in team sports. At the renowned Gostown School, Laura immediately became fascinated by the magnificent Scottish mountains. Later
, at a Swiss advanced women's school, she fell in love with extreme skiing and spent a holiday searching
for more challenging terrain in the Himalayas. However, on her return journey, her plane crashed into a deep forest, and Laura was
the sole survivor.
This experience profoundly impacted Laura's life. She not only learned to survive in extreme environments
but also developed a rebellious spirit against the suffocating atmosphere of upper-class British society. Only when traveling alone
did she feel truly alive. Despite the dramatic changes in her life, Laura retained her noble
qualities, especially her refined upper-class accent. Laura's parents, having boasted about their daughter's impending
marriage to the Earl of Farringdon, disapproved of her chosen lifestyle and severed ties with her, even
cutting off her monthly allowance.
In England, Laura lived in a mansion in Surrey that she had inherited a few years earlier. She had once thought the mansion
useless, but now she realized: perhaps it truly was useless, but at least it was convenient for displaying the
artworks she had collected during her travels. In addition, a combat training range was custom-built on the site.
Lara doesn't see tomb raiding as a profession, but merely a lifestyle, although she is already
famous for discovering ancient sites during her expeditions. These include the pyramids of Atlantis and the final hiding
place of the Xi'an dagger, among other important discoveries by Lara. Lara also drove from Tierra del Fuego in South America
to the Alaskan Freeway in record time, later drawing condemnation from the Guinness World Records for reckless driving. Furthermore
, she made headlines again after finding and killing Bigfoot in North America. To support this unconventional
lifestyle, Lara has written several travel books, including "Tyrannosaurus Bites
My Head" and "Bigfoot Kills." However, she often complains that she doesn't have time to write.
Besides these high-profile lifestyles, Lara is also quite adept at the mundane aspects of ordinary life. Lara
learned to appreciate classical music from a young age and also developed a great love for film. Her favorite music is "Devival
," and her favorite film is "Aguirre: The Wrath of God." She
attended a U2 concert as a guest and became a fan. Guided by her aunt, she was introduced
to the music of Nine Inchnels and found it refreshing and melodious. She also believed that traditional
music was beneficial for training. While at the girls' intensive school, Lara learned to cook and sampled
delicacies from around the world, though at home she usually opted for toast beans. Lara even knows how to sew
; at home, she once wove a rug with her own adventure stories. Due to her unique physical
condition, Lara is fully capable of breaking many world records, so she doesn't consider it particularly challenging.
Her ambition lies in the unknown world of history and ancient tombs.
On Valentine's Day, February 14th, Lara's birth had once delighted her upper-class parents. However
, she was still searching for her soulmate, as no one had ever been able to adapt to her turbulent lifestyle
and dangerous existence. Despite her passion for adventure, Lara often felt lonely.
She herself had no idea what her ideal lover was. Her concept of a hero was vague; she utterly
despised those ancient "heroes" who buried themselves in elaborately designed tombs, but
was quite wary of her aunt's mongrel dog that kept biting her. Lara greatly admired Brian Blessed, the voice actor for Boss Noss in *Star Wars: Episode
I*, and hoped to see
him one day fulfill his dream of climbing Mount Everest.
**********
...

She always preferred to sleep naked at work,
a wise habit when she frequently ventured into the steaming jungles or arid deserts in search of ancient treasures
. Laura gently caressed her large, round breasts, occasionally squeezing them. Her right hand
slid down her body's curves, pausing in the middle of a carefully manicured patch of soft, black velvet. She softly
stroked her sensitive, very moist labia with her fingers, a moan escaping her lips.
"Oh," she whispered, "I crave it so much..."
The rising sun shattered her irresistible reverie—so many memories, so real. Three months had passed,
three long, tedious months, since that night in Rio de Janeiro
when she parted ways with the American billionaire. He was so striking, tall, handsome, incredibly strong, and with a touch of mystery
—why would a rich man have so many scars? Clearly, he was an adventurer like her
, but never revealed his thoughts. Of course, that didn't bother Laura; her interest lay in
pure pleasure with him, and he proved to be very experienced and passionate in that regard. Laura
took a deep, wanton breath and smiled, recalling their passionate all-night lovemaking.
"Mmm..." she murmured, "I should call Bruce and tell him I've arrived." Laura
sat up on the canvas bed. “Perhaps I’ll invite him to London,” she assumed, thinking she could persuade
him to spend a night in London’s West End and have some fun together… Then she shook her head and laughed, thinking of a better
way to entice him to visit.
Laura stood up and walked three steps toward a canvas curtain that also served as a partition in the tent
. With each step, her long ponytail brushed lightly against her bare buttocks. She reached for
her clothes—her signature tight-fitting vest and shorts—which hung above the curtain. Suddenly Laura stopped.
Something was wrong. Her gun belt should have been there too, but it was gone.
The drowsy feeling vanished instantly, but it was too late.
Suddenly the curtain tumbled forward, hitting Laura and forcing her back. The beautiful English adventurer
landed rather ungracefully on her buttocks. The curtain snapped against her with a crack, and two
men who had been hiding behind it appeared before her. Using the canvas curtain as leverage, they pounced on her and seized her.
Only Laura's head, barely peeking out from behind the canvas curtain, remained free.
"This damn mmmmpphhh!!" Laura screamed, as something soft and wet
was pressed against her face. Laura instinctively began to breathe, but immediately stopped. Her brown eyes widened
as she recognized the faint, sweet scent of chloroform. She
struggled, holding her breath, under the weight of the canvas and her attacker.
She looked at the men, assessing who had assaulted her. Their heads were almost completely
covered by the white hats favored by the Bedouins of the North African Tuareg. Two pairs of dark, unyielding eyes were visible through the narrow gaps in the fabric.
"Take a deep breath and go to sleep, you white bitch," one of them muttered in Arabic
. He pressed the chloroform towel further against her face. It completely covered her nose and mouth. "Grrrmmmpphhh!!" Laura roared, her eyes 　　burning with rage
at the man's insulting comment .
She struggled to break free from the two men pressing down on her and from the chloroform. She tried to turn her
head, but the men's grip was too strong. She struggled to
free one hand from under the canvas curtain, but the man's companion grabbed her wrist and held her arm down.
Laura whimpered in despair; she knew she couldn't hold her breath any longer. She took a breath and immediately felt
the effects of the sleeping drug. Her brown eyes rolled back, her long eyelashes fluttering helplessly. Her struggles
weakened, and her jaw began to relax. But she still resisted in vain, trying to turn her head away from
the anesthetic gas that was taking her consciousness, but her efforts were futile.
"Hhhrrrrrmmmmm..." Laura groaned, taking another breath of the sedative
gas in despair. Her body stopped struggling and began to go limp.
"Yes, just like that, you white bitch," the Bedouin humiliated her, watching her eyelids grow
heavy and her pupils dilate. “Breathe, sleep.”
“Mmmpphh…” Laura sobbed, inhaling chloroform again. Her eyes closed,
her head drooped to one side, consciousness lingering as she drifted away.
The Bedouin took the chloroform-soaked towel from her face, examined it, and then nodded to his accomplice
. They stood up and pulled up the canvas curtain, revealing the alluring English woman beneath.
The two attackers lifted Laura’s naked, unconscious body and laid it on the curtain lying on the ground. She
breathed slowly and shallowly, her large breasts rising and falling gently on her chest. The two men stared at her curvaceous figure
, speechless before such a beautiful woman.
“God Akbar!” one of them exclaimed. Despite
her efforts to control himself, his penis became engorged and erect before the beautiful Western woman, his loose robe bulging
.
The other man, who had used chloroform, angrily struck his accomplice’s hand. “Fool! You’re planning to defile
yourself by doing that with a pagan prostitute?”
“Sorry, brother,” another muttered, a clear tone of anger and disappointment in his voice.
“Besides, what we need is to subdue and hand her over for payment, not to rape and humiliate her,”
the older-looking man continued, his voice softening slightly but still commanding.
“I suppose the man who hires us needs to keep those pleasures to himself, doesn’t he?”
“Of course, brother,” the young man said cheerfully. “I have no objection.”
“Well, your thoughts, little brother… but your dick, as always!” the older man said,
and then the two men clapped hands and laughed amicably. “You have rope?”
“Of course,” the young man replied, then picked up several hemp ropes from the ground behind him.
“Very good. Let’s get to work…”
Part 1: Pharaoh
“NNNGFFFF!! MMRRRPPHH!!” Laura groaned as she
struggled in her restraints.
She had just awoke moments before to find herself naked, bound, and
gagged. She was alone in a dark, damp ancient Egyptian tomb. Cool air enveloped
her exposed skin. About six burning torches were inserted into slots in the walls, providing only...
Lighting. In the center of the tomb was a large, thick stone slab, and in one corner was an open, empty sarcophagus.
Hemp rope bound Laura's naked body, rendering her almost immobile. One rope tied
her elbows and wrists together behind her back. Another rope bound her thighs and calves together, bent. A third
rope was looped behind her neck, crossing repeatedly in front of her chest,
forming a figure eight around her 36F breasts. This last restraint seemed to serve no practical purpose other than to accentuate Laura's prominent breasts
… primarily for humiliation.
Despite being bound, Laura awkwardly and painfully rolled her body to maintain a kneeling position.
She yanked on the ropes, twisting her alluring body back and forth in agony, and tried to untie the knots with her fingers, but to no avail.
She was expertly bound and unable to break free. Her angry gasps escaped through the rag in her mouth; despite
the chill of the underground tomb, hot sweat still appeared on her tanned skin.
Laura looked around the tomb, searching for fragments of blades or a sharp rock she could use to
cut the ropes and escape her helpless situation. But she found nothing. There were no loose stones in the tomb, and
the massive rock walls seemed too smooth to be of any help.
“Hrrrrrrpphph!!” Laura groaned in despair as the situation became hopeless.
The only way in and out of the tomb seemed to be through a door blocked by a huge rock. She doubted that
she could move it on her own, even without being bound. She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious,
where she was, or why she had been brought here. There was no trace of the two Bedouin men who had anesthetized her with chloroform
. And most importantly, she was naked, which was never a good sign.
Laura let out an annoyed sigh and knelt down to wait patiently. Sooner or later someone would come to see her, and she would
know the whole story. She thought what might be unsettling was being abandoned in the tomb as a permanent
resident, but she dismissed the idea herself. Even her most formidable enemy, watching her defeat
and leave with schadenfreude, would tell her who had truly defeated her.
A moment later, she heard a rumbling sound from deep within. Lara saw the stone door moving. Someone was
pushing it, clearly with considerable effort. Lara figured the stone door must weigh several hundred pounds. As the door opened,
she saw several men's hands and arms appear, continuing to push the stone door with all their might.
The stone door had moved completely to one side. Then Lara saw some men, all of whom clearly
identified as Arabs. The Tomb Raider's brown eyes observed their clothing. They were all
typical ancient Egyptians, wearing headscarves, linen tartan kilts, and sandals! They looked like a
group of actors straight out of an old movie. She counted; there were six of them. As they entered the tomb,
their dark eyes glanced at Lara's naked body. They stood behind her one by one, forming a semicircle.
Their eyes were collectively fixed on the doorway they had just passed through.
A moment later, the seventh man entered the tomb, dressed like his brethren, but more solemnly.
Even in the dim light of the tomb, his gold-decorated headdress gleamed. He also wore a large
, semi-circular collar of gold and lapis lazuli. His strong arms were crossed, and in each hand
he held a short staff, one adorned with a lotus, the other with papyrus—an ancient
symbol of Upper and Lower Egypt. He had a meticulously braided beard. He had striking features: heavily arched Egyptian eyebrows
and dark skin, a long, straight nose, and thin lips. His body was lean but strong. Laura
had to admit, he looked every inch like a pharaoh. She wondered if she had stumbled upon a strange, recurring
society.
The seventh man entered the tomb slowly and majestically. He glanced at Laura with great arrogance. His face was expressionless,
even before her naked beauty. He walked steadily to within about a yard of her. He
nodded to his men, and two attendants stepped forward to stand behind him. His arms hung loosely at his sides. Then
he looked at the captive with his long, straight nose.
“Lady Laura,” he spoke in perfect English, except for a slight Arabic accent. Laura
raised an eyebrow. “Undoubtedly, you are eager to know why you have been brought here, who I am, and why
I have a plan against you.” He spoke with almost no emotion. “While I owe you an
explanation—especially because of your actions, robbing my ancestors’ graves is generally punishable by death—I will give you one,
not only because we are both nobles.”
Laura scoffed at this, but the man ignored her.
“I know that names rarely carry meaning for you in modern society, but they do not for me,”
the Egyptian said indifferently. “My real name is Ramses XII. I am a descendant of the twentieth dynasty of the ancient gods
.” Laura here gave a dismissive sneer, indicating her approval of his statement. “I don’t care
whether you believe me or not. Though you come from a noble family, you are still below me. You will
serve me, and then your fate will be irrelevant.” Lara shuddered at his promise, forcing herself
to suppress her fear and calm herself. In her adventurous life, she had encountered many adversaries and
created many enemies. Many wished her dead when she disappeared. But all her enemies felt the same
—anger, hatred, resentment, and mostly, a strong desire. But Lara had never encountered an enemy as truly
cold-blooded and despicable as this imposter pharaoh.
“You will become a sacrifice to the ancient gods and kings,” the man continued in his extremely calm and monotonous
words. “If they are satisfied with my sacrifice, I hope to be allowed to receive their divine power so that
I can ascend the throne of the restored modern Egypt. Then the land of the Nile will once again possess a pharaoh, as it
deserves, and I can restore her to true glory.”
This “sacrifice” made Lara somewhat nervous. As the villain revealed his grand plan,
she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Perhaps she is yet another person who uses magnificent deception to establish her rule; she herself...
"That's what I'm thinking. Why can't I meet a normal guy?
" "The real reason you're here is because you're a nobleman. I've tried using ordinary prostitutes in ceremonies ; no one would notice if they disappeared, but I should know they 　　're worthless sacrifices
for the ancient kings , and the gods aren't satisfied. You, Lady Laura, will be a worthwhile sacrifice. But 　　you won't have much more to worry about than an ordinary prostitute. I bet people will accept your disappearance 　　as simply the inevitable result of bad luck during your adventure." Ramses sighed. "Enough 　　. I'm tired of this monotonous conversation," he announced, then looked at his men. "Prepare for the sacrifice 　　," he said, then turned away from Laura, two attendants following him. 　　 Four other men grabbed Laura's bound and naked arms and legs from the ground and lifted her up. She 　　groaned and wriggled in protest. The four strong, muscular men carried her to the wide, rectangular 　　, raised stone slab in the center of the tomb. They laid her naked body on the stone slab, twice the length and width of the doctor's desk 　　, and the same height. Laura shivered as her naked skin touched the cold, smooth stone 　　. 　　 The men pushed her to sit on the slab. Then three men held down her bound limbs, while another man 　　stood before her. He took a ceremonial dagger from a leather sheath in his right belt. The man brandished the dagger 　　in front of Laura, who stared in horror. She glanced at his dark eyes 　　and cursed inwardly at the man who was making such sadistic gestures before her. 　　 The man slowly moved the tip of the dagger towards Laura's chest. She groaned and struggled, but the other 　　three men held her down tightly. A malicious grin appeared on the cruel lips of the thug holding the dagger. He 　　sliced the sharp tip of the dagger across Laura's right nipple, causing the helpless Englishman to gasp anxiously. Then the man 　　did something unexpected: he pressed the blade against the ropes around Laura's chest, 　　twisting them into a pretzel shape, and began to cut them. 　　 Once he had cut the ropes, he quickly pulled them off Laura's body. 　　She gasped in pain and gritted her teeth as the rough ropes rubbed against her delicate skin. The thug with the short sword continued to slice 　　across Laura's taut, trembling abdomen. She gasped as the cold, sharp tip of the sword grazed her soft pubic hair 　　. Then the sadist with the short sword pressed the blade against the ropes binding her ankles and thighs and cut 　　them. 　　 Once free, Laura immediately tried to kick with her legs, but her kidnappers had anticipated this 　　and grabbed her long-immobilized legs. They roughly pushed her forward until she 　　was forced face down on the stone slab, her large breasts crushed against the cold stone surface. Two men stepped forward and pinned her 　　legs to the stone slab, while a third pressed down on her round, upturned buttocks and back. She felt the blade slice through her 　　elbows and wrists, severing all the surrounding ropes. Laura knew she couldn't have gotten a better chance 　　. When her arms were free, she twisted and rolled with all her might, but the men anticipated her 　　attempt to escape. In fact, they seemed quite adept at handling such situations, undoubtedly drawing on 　　their experience with the unfortunate prostitutes in earlier rituals. 　　 Finally, the blade severed the strip of cloth behind her head, and the sadist pulled a spit-soaked, soaked wad of cloth from Laura's mouth 　　. 　　 "Arrrrrhhh!!" Tomb Raider roared at her kidnappers. "You cruel 　　fool! I'll get your testicles!!" She writhed uselessly under their weight. 　　 "That's close, bitch," the thug with the dagger sneered in her ear. 　　 "Enneuk? Meto!" Ramses called from the distance of the tomb, his voice echoing behind him. His 　　arms were outstretched, and two attendants seemed to be adjusting his kilt. “No speech to the sacrifice. Your task 　　is to prepare, nothing more.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” Enniuk Meto—the thug wielding a short sword— 　　bowed 　　 respectfully to the man about to become Pharaoh. Then he turned to Lara, who continued to struggle with her kidnappers on the stone slab. 　　“I think she should be taken over here. Turn her over.” 　　 Enniuk Meto grabbed Lara’s glossy black ponytail with one hand, pulled her head up, and 　　slammed it against the hard stone slab with enough force to knock her unconscious. Then, he and the other three men 　　expressionlessly turned the Tomb Raider’s body over. Each man grabbed a hand or foot and pinned them to the stone slab, 　　and Lara groaned, trembling with dizziness and the pain from Enniuk Meto’s beating. 　　 Ramses turned and approached the stone slab, stopping in front of Laura, his two attendants following behind. 　　Laura rolled her head to the other side; she closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, trying to clear her vision. She opened 　　her eyes again and stared at Ramses, whose accomplices were now holding Laura's legs wide open, and he was now 　　standing on top of the table between her legs. She glanced down at his crotch and gasped. 　　 There, around Ramses's buttocks, his attendants were attaching a golden phallus—undoubtedly 　　the most expensive dildo Laura had ever seen. His own penis was clearly inside the dildo. 　　It was enormous! It was a foot long and larger in diameter than any phallus she had ever seen. 　　Laura's dizziness immediately subsided. She couldn't help but fearfully anticipate what was about to happen. 　　 "What the hell!" she screamed on the stone slab, violently twisting her naked body, her breasts 　　swaying alluringly. “You can’t be serious! Bloodshed is inappropriate, you stupid idiot!” 　　 “That’s exactly it, Lady Laura,” Ramses declared emotionlessly. “ 　　The size of the members of the Old God Kings far exceeds that of normal men. Your passage below must be prepared.” 　　The man destined to become Pharaoh attacked the helpless Tomb Raider. Several accomplices spread her legs wider. They dragged Laura’s body 　　so that her buttocks rested on a stone slab at the edge of the slab, making it easier for Ramses and his golden dildo 　　to access her genitals.

“No!!!” Laura screamed, trying to writhe violently to get away from the enormous penis. But all
her struggles were futile; Ramses’ henchmen held her naked body firmly.
The man who was to become Pharaoh parted Laura’s labia with the cold, gleaming tip of his dildo. “You should be honored, Lady Laura,” he told her. “Soon you will be 　　eternal
with the gods and the ancient Egyptian kings .” 　　 “If it’s such a bloody honor, why don’t we change positions? I’ll shove this gleaming penis into your anus 　　!!” Laura retorted angrily. 　　 “Hmm, interesting,” Ramses said coldly. He pushed his hips and began to force the penis 　　into Laura’s delicate vagina. 　　 “Noooooo!!!” Laura screamed as she felt the cold, metallic dildo penetrate her 　　. Ramses’ henchmen had applied some kind of lubricant to the outside to make it slide easier as it entered her 　　, but this did little to lessen her pain, as her vagina was stretched to its limit, something she had never 　　experienced before. As the penis began to pry open the passage within her fragile vagina, her head was pressed against the stone slab, her teeth clenched, 　　her features contorted in agony. 　　 "Hold her down," Ramses commanded his servant. He pressed the dildo deep into the innocent archaeologist's 　　body, separating it to observe her as she struggled beneath. "Ah, she really knows how to writhe! It's a pity 　　we won't see each other again after I ascend the throne, Lady Laura. You would have been a fine concubine." 　　 "Go to hell, you bassaaaaaaaarrrrrrrddd!" Ramses 　　pushed the penis in so deeply it reached her cervix, and Laura cried out. Tears of shame and pain 　　welled in Laura's brown eyes. As she swallowed, her large breasts rose and 　　swayed gently back and forth on her chest. The intense pain inflicted by the indifferent attacker and his henchmen 　　caused her back to convulse. To them, she was no different from an animal sacrifice; she had no hope of 　　receiving mercy in their hands. 　　 Ramses suddenly pulled the artificial penis out of Laura's vagina, easing her pain. Then he violently 　　thrust it back in, and the intense agony returned. 　　 "Gaaaahhhhh!!" Laura screamed. The enormous golden phallus filling her lower body 　　was still partially exposed, looking like a sword hilt. Ramses began to thrust his hips back and forth, manipulating 　　the metal prosthetic penis in and out of her vagina like an obscene mechanical piston. He began 　　to recite some ancient Egyptian incantation while continuing the rape, and his faithful follower periodically responded 　　to his words in the same lifeless tone. They prayed continuously for several minutes, while 　　Laura added punctuation to the prayers with cries, groans, and screams. 　　 "Oh!! God!!" she cried, shaking her head from side to side. “Ungh!! Ungh!! Ungh 　　!!” Her 36F breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Sweat covered her 　　body. “Stop it!! Please!!” 　　 Her pleas went unanswered. The man ignored her and continued chanting their ancient Egyptian incantations. 　　After a few minutes, Lara gave up her futile struggle. She lay on the stone slab, her exhausted body swaying back and forth, 　　each devastating thrust of Ramses eliciting a groan from her sensual lips. Angry tears 　　helplessly streamed from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. Although her situation was clearly hopeless, 　　Lara—Tomb Raider—silently vowed that whatever happened, whatever it took, she would take revenge 　　. 　　 “Uhh…uhh…uhh…uhh…” As Ramses thrust the golden dildo into her vagina 　　, Lara resignedly let out extremely painful groans, the incantations continuing monotonously 　　. Being raped was one thing, but the cold, inhuman way it was done deeply disturbed her. This rape felt 　　like it wasn't done by a human being. 　　 Laura lost all sense of time; the final incantation stopped, and Ramses withdrew his penis from her destroyed vagina 　　with a soft, wet sound. 　　 "Uuunnnnnngggghhh!!" Laura groaned as the golden dildo left her vagina for the last time 　　. She trembled, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps under the cruel clutches of her kidnapper. 　　She half-opened her eyes as Ramses's servant penis moved away from their master's buttocks. Laura saw red streaks on the gold 　　; she knew it was her own blood. 　　 "A fine ceremony," Ramses announced. "Of course, the ancient kings will hear my 　　prayer this time. We will leave offerings for their amusement." 　　 At this moment, the henchmen of the Pharaoh's successor lifted Laura's limp body from the stone slab and led her to a 　　wall covered in hieroglyphs. Several holes were drilled into the ceiling beams next to the wall, perhaps carved centuries ago. 　　The man threaded hemp rope through the holes, tied it around Laura's wrists, bound her arms, and hoisted them upwards 　　. If not for the bindings, the exhausted Laura would have collapsed onto the cold stone floor of the tomb. 　　 One of Ramses's servants approached Laura and wiped the sweat, 　　blood, and lubricant from her body with a damp sponge. Laura groaned softly as the sponge touched her ravaged, sensitive labia. 　　 When the servant finished, she looked up, her heavy eyelids open, at Ramses, his linen 　　skirt pulled back to his waist, standing before her naked body. "Right—right… what to do now?" Laura managed 　　to convey her contempt 　　 to her attacker in a weary voice . 　　 “Now we leave you for the ancient gods. They will come and demand sexual intercourse from you. After mating, 　　you will not survive—compared to the immense, devastating pain inflicted by the gods, what I bring you seems like nothing 　　more than a pinhead.” 　　 “It’s all bloody hell,” Laura said dismissively. She frowned, watching the doorway. Ramses and the others 　　were already leaving, each taking a torch from the wall until only one remained. “Hey—wait…are you planning to leave?”

"Leave me here alone...?" Her eyes widened with anxiety. "You—you can't
leave me in this sealed tomb! I'll die!"
"You are already dead, Lady Laura," Ramses told her calmly. "The Old Gods will accept
my sacrifice, and you will die when they have intercourse with you. No human can
survive having sex with a god. If they don't accept my offering," Ramses sighed, "you will become the
permanent inhabitant of this tomb."
Laura was stunned. She stared wide-eyed at Ramses. She tried to think of a reason to
persuade him not to abandon her and die in the tomb, but her mind went blank. “
One last thing,” Ramses said. “According to our tradition, and out of respect for your noble status
, I leave you the meager belongings in this satchel,” he said, tossing her a satchel, clearly
stolen from her tent. Though homemade, the satchel was useless to Laura, naked and bound;
Ramses was merely making a meaningless gesture. “Perhaps its contents will serve
as proof of your identity in the days to come. I bid you farewell, Lady Laura.”
Ramses turned away. He took the last torch from the tomb wall and filed out with his men
, leaving Laura to stare in horror at their backs. As Ramses took the last torch, the tomb
began to darken. The torches of his men outside were the only dim light.
“No!!” "Laura cried desperately, devastated. 'You can't do this! This is murder!!'
Laura heard the creaking sound of stone against the stone door, her heart pounding in her chest.
She saw the stone door at the entrance slowly being pulled shut from the outside. Darkness gradually enveloped her. Her brown eyes
were wide with fear; she struggled desperately to break free from her restraints. The new, sturdy rope
held her firmly. She stared at the door, which was almost closed.
'No!!!' she screamed desperately.
Then the stone door slammed shut with an ominous bang, leaving Laura bound, alone, and helpless
in absolute darkness.
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