Lara ducked behind a boulder in the darkest corner of the room. Though she could not make up the words, the voices she heard were not crying or shouting; they were singing. The people coming towards her probably didn't know about her presence, and certainly not about her escape.
This part of the buried temple was colder than the first room she had "visited". A shiver went down her spine. At long last, the voices became very clear as a few men entered the room. There were 8 of them: 3 were holding torches, and the 3 following were carrying great sealed jars of clay ornamented with gold. These 3 were the only ones singing. However, all of the men were clad in the same cloak that the one who had assaulted her breasts, and...
And judging from what the two last men were carrying, she wasn't the first nor the last to have her rack attacked! Tied by her wrists and ankles to a great wooden pole, a woman, apparently drugged or unconscious, was carried like a vulgar prey by the two last men of the cortege. Lara couldn't make up more than her silhouette, but she noticed how her breasts were very big, almost as big as hers.
When the procession had left the room by the other tunnel and their song echoed more and more faintly, Lara got up and shivered, both because of the temperature and the weird people that had walked by. "In what kind of freak trouble did I fell, this time?" she muttered...
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