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With the tiniest of footsteps, Marty edged his way slowly towards the lead pipe. The man in the white coat was already making more than enough noise to cover his steps, but he didn’t want to risk jeopardising this rescue mission now. Not that he was so close.

Eventually, he was able to grip the pipe in his hand. He squeezed it tightly, trying to get a feel of the potentially lethal object. It certainly wasn’t light, and while Marty himself would admit he wasn’t the strongest man whoever lived, he knew he could do some serious damage to an opponent with this. When he felt like he was ready, Marty stood up and shuffled his way over to the pair as Victor shouted out.

“You ready to take my cum you little bitch? I’ll get everything I want from you, one way or another!”

The only response he got was Gwen’s ragged breathing and moaning. Just as he was about to reach climax, Marty swung the lead pipe down and cracked him straight on the back of his head. A normal shot like that would be enough to crack any man's skull wide open.

Victor barely even flinched.

He immediately stopped what he was doing, pulled himself out of Gwen and slowly turned around to face his assailant. Marty could only stand there in shock as to the fact that the man in front of him was somehow still moving, let alone standing. Victor stared straight down at him, evil intent glimmering in his eyes.

“Well, it would appear that someone wishes to join the fun.”

Marty took several steps backwards, only to find himself stopped by a table in his way. His eyes never left the CEO as he picked out another gun from his pocket and pointed it straight at out hero.

“Now, you’re going to-AHHH!”

Victor Balzz screamed out in pained as he arched his back. Marty jumped at the sudden noise, only then registering what sounded like a firework popping off. Victor kept standing for several moments before looking down and noticing the large hole in his stomach. Marty looked on in shock as the man in the white coat managed to remain standing for several more seconds before finally slumping to the floor dead.

When he fell, in his place was a naked and sweaty Gwen who had gotten up from the table after Marty’s momentary distraction. Her hand was outstretched and glowing with an odd purple energy. The two both stood there, silent for a moment as they tried to register what had happened.

“Wh-what the hell?” the Englishman finally managed to get out.

“MARTY!?” Gwen let down her aggressive posture. She seemed to be in a state of shock as she stood there silently for a moment. She very slowly walked up to the Englishman and gave him a soft hug, her bosom squeezing against his chest. “I-I thought this was it. That no one was coming for us… thank you.” Before Marty could even try to return the hug, she let go as her brain caught up with her. If her cheeks were red he couldn’t tell and she covered her breasts in front of him.. “How did you find us?”

“I-I-“

“Wait,” Gwen interrupted. She raised her hand to shush him to and quickly looked around. “This is our chance to get out of this mess alive, we can't waste it with chatter. How did you get in here?’

There were so many questions spinning through the young man's mind. What did these people want? What happened to the man in the white coat? Was Gwen’s hand really glowing? Why was she red? But as much as he wanted these questions answered, he wanted out of this madhouse just that much more. He put these thoughts to one side and went on autopilot.

“I used a lift on the side of the building to get to the roof. I could see what was happening from above.” He motioned to the windowed roof as Gwen’s eyes followed his signal. “I found a door that led me straight here and that’s simply it.”

“Blair is still tied up in the other room. Let’s hurry and go!”

As Gwen grabbed Marty’s hand and dragged him towards the door, it suddenly dawned on the young man not only how bizarre this day had been, but also that his entire life was likely about to change.