When she wakes, she is still tied, but now lies on a filthy mattress, her shorts gone, her cunt exposed and vulnerable. Looking around, desperate to escape, the man returns before she can even stand. He gloats, showing her the artifact he has managed to obtain, even without her help. Once more pulling his thick cock out, he leaps upon her, prying her legs apart and forcing himself inside of her tight snatch. He fucks her brutally, throwing her this way and that, plunging deep inside her, while she is helpless to do little more than cry out and whimper at her rough treatment. Picking her up off the mattress, he bends her over, on top of a nearby table and, digging his fingers into the soft, round swell of her hips, pounds into her savagely, while she begs incoherently, overwhelmed by her agonizing violation. At last, he tires of her pitiful cries and, placing his gun to her head, blows her brains out. Silence follows the echo of gunfire, and the man continues to plow into her snug pussy. He flips her over, limp legs flopping to either side of his body as he buries himself deeper inside her, a pool of blood leaking from her head wound, matting her hair with viscous ooze. He pulls out at the moment of his release, covering her flat belly with a coating of slime. Walking away with his precious artifact, he leaves Miss Croft’s fucked corpse in the squalid chamber, exposed and beaten, never to be found.