Sarah jolted awake as someone splashed her face with water, groaning at the ache on her arms and the feeling of her wrists together.
It was supposed to be a safe and quick thing. Get into the hospital, get supplies and leave.
It didn't work, of course.
She knew the place was full of mercenaries, all scourging for whatever they could put their hands - finder's keepers, and all that -- but her team needed it too much for her to keep herself away from the building. They called themselves 'The Resistance', but there wasn't much to resist. Only death.
Sarah knew those men -- those gunners -- were scum anyway. They didn't have any regard to decency and just listened to whoever had the biggest pocket and money to spend. So, she scoped them out, managed to snipe out the front and go through the first level.
She got a little too greedy at the second level, though, and the hospital was too full of them, just waiting to strike.
So they got her.
"Finally," she heard, squeezing her eyes to try to adapt to the big light in front of her.
Her eyes blinked lazily as she tried to focus on the misshapen blob in front of her, until it formed into the shape of a big man, tall and broad, in an armour that was way too nice for him to be like any other men she'd seen.
"You know, for a moment, I thought you were going to sleep the night away," he smirked, thick lips curling in a teasing smirk.
She glared up at him before smirking, more annoyed than amused.
"Yeah, this metal chair is so comfy I thought I was on a bed made of feathers," she rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"
He glanced at his men, smirking, looking both amused and a little outraged.
"What do I want?" he chuckled. "You are the one who stormed in here and killed my man, and you ask me what I want?"
Sarah arched an eyebrow.
This one had an ego, then.
"I mean, yes?" she remarked, playing into his smarts. "You could have just killed me. And you didn't."
He scoffed.
"And waste my ammo?" he arched his own eyebrows. "No. But what I want to figure, is why you were stupid enough to to come through our base all by yourself, little lonesome."
Alright. So this was an interrogation, then.
"This is a hospital," Sarah answered, simply. "Why do people get into hospitals?"
He chuckled, though it wasn't a happy or amused sound.
"Are you sick or something?" he moved his eyes over her body.
She quieted down.
He was trying to figure out if she was just a lone drifter, or if she had people to get back to. People with supplies.
"You can never have too many medical supplies," she decided. "Especially when you are out on your own."
The man in front of her continued to watch her face, clearly unconvinced.
"On your own, uh?" he spoke slowly.
He turned to his men, looking at them for a moment.
"Out," he commanded, nearly angrily. "Leave. All of you. Give us privacy."
He slowly walked around her, body creating a long shadow over her, almost as if wanting to take very detail of her. He placed his finger under her chin, and Sarah scowled.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer."
His lips curled in a very quick smile.
"You got quite the smart mouth," he touched her lips with his thumb. "I'm surprised no one has beat it out of you yet."
She swallowed down, and held her breath when he pulled her lower lip down.
"Clean teeth," he remarked. "You brush them?"
Sarah frowned.
"What kind of question is that?" she asked.
He chuckled, fingers moving to her hair and pulling on her tight bum.
"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he spoke slowly. "Even in this wasteland."
"A lady has to take care of herself, regardless of where she is," Sarah tried to pull her face away from his hand.
He pushed his fingers into her hair instead, keeping her in place
"Hair is even soft too," he realised. "You know... I'm sure you get by with that pretty face. Any man would just believe every word you say."
His fingers tightened around her locks, loosening the hairstyle.
"But I'm no idiot for you to think I would believe you have survived so well on your own," he warned her, lips curling in an angry growl. "Now tell me where you are coming from and maybe we will forget all about this little incident."
She snorted, not threatened at all.
"Or what?" she mocked him. "You'll kill me? Cause I've done this dance before, buddy."
His fingers tightened around her hair, pulling on it with even more anger.
"I'm not your buddy," he growled over her, so close to her face that his crooked nose was almost touching her own. "You'll call me Commander Lucas."
He released her, standing tall over her, and his hand collided with the side of her face before she could think of anything else, making her dizzy and her ear start to buzzing while he untied her, snatching her from the chair.
Sarah fell on the floor, a little confused, but couldn't help the little chuckle on his lips when she got an actual look of his face. Such a pretty boy, he was. His hair looked like he used a hundred products to style it, to make his dark curls soft and wavy.
'Commander Lucas' glared at her, and she laughed. Sure, it was a reach, but she would use anything to at least play with his concentration and temper.
"You talk about me surviving, and yet here you are," she mocked him. "How long does it take for you to get ready in the morning, a whole hour?"
He moved, and she tensed, ready for him to start kicking her -- beating her up like he complained people hadn't done yet. Instead, he just pulled his combat knife.
He knelt down over her, placing his knee over her torso to keep her from moving.
Sarah wasn't wearing her armour, just a tank top and her briefs.
"Let's see how pretty you are," he spoke softly, almost to himself.
Her breath hitched as she tried to squirm away.
"Hey," she tried to push his leg away from her body, but the sound of fabric ripping made her freeze, and the tip of the knife touched her stomach as he destroyed her top.
"Little perky tits," he pinched her nipple. "You can barely fill a single hand of mine with both of them, uh?"
His big hand cradled both breasts and his thumb caressed one of her nipples.
It was just a game. He wanted her to freak out and beg, and give him all her information.
"You don't have to do this," she spoke, trying to sound strong.
Lucas' fingers pinched her nipple, pulling on it with a smirk.
