What's next?

Fight

Gwen crawled forwards on all fours and peered down into the vast chamber below, scanning around frantically trying to catch sight of Peter. There he was!

Gwen's heart raced when she saw him. He looked to be struggling and it was all her fault! Her eyes lit up when she saw the unattended console.

Wishing that she had something, anything, on her bare feet that could have provided her with more grip, Gwen scrambled down to the metal platform, making sure not to look over the edge.

Crouching down, Gwen hurried quickly over to the console, making sure she kept one eye on the fight in case she needed to beat a hasty retreat.

Unfortunately, because she wasn't solely focused on the console, she only realised something had gone wrong when a loud beeping and flashing red light caught her full attention.

"Containment breach?!" Gwen gasped, dismayed.

The blonde staggered as a wave of pure energy hit her. She was yanked forwards as her underwear was pulled towards the orange, pulsing ball, straining to escape her body. Gwen wailed as she heard an unmistakable ripping sound; her bra strap violently snapped, while her panties tore clean in half!

Gwen instinctively reached forwards as her remaining clothes flew out of her grasp and disappeared into the machine.

The machine was now out of control and the expanding orange ball brushed her outstretched fingers.

Gwen gasped as she felt her bare feet being lifted off the cold metal walkway as she was jerked forwards.

"Peter-!" she managed to cry out. Her skin tingled as her field of vision became flooded with orange light. Her chest and torso were crushed as the world squeezed her so tightly Gwen thought she was going to break. The naked girl gasped for oxygen as air was **** from her lungs.

A burning heat was quickly replaced by a freezing chill...and then nothing.