Not Really

Kristen had already discarded a set of pliers and a few different sized screw drivers she had tried to fish the little bar of soap out with, at best ending up scraping a bit off it as it seemed to have stuck to the bottom of the sink. We also tried using them to pull the plug and pulling the pipes off the sink drain, nothing achieving anything except making noise.

The sound of footseteps coming down the hall made her returnt to searching, this time more frantically, for any other solution

''This is useless, we should just go, they're about to bust in any second. We don't even know what's inside it'' Kristen was tugging me toward the red metal door

I was still standing in front of the sink, seeing how much I had already been affected by this glossy black fluid and faced with leaving behind the only thing I had to show for it.

I reached into the black goo, feeling tingles along my arms as my hands sunk into it. I stopped for a moment, trying to ignore the sensations, only for the coating on my face and legs to join in, pulsing euphoria through my whole body, the desire to head back out to the four dolls and join them nagging at my mind.

''Lola, Stop!'' Kristen rushing up next to me brought me back to reality and away from the fantasy

Blinking hard, trying to clear the fog from my head. I looked at Kristen as she stood next to me, hands on my shoulder, ready to try and pull me away.

I gave her a nod and focused back on finding the little bar of soap. As my hands dragged through the fluid, little shocks of pleasure ran up my arms. Doing my best to keep focused, I kept searching, feeling a little mound at the bottom of the fluid. Even with my mouth totally covered, the grimace on my face was visible.

Digging my fingers in, there was something wrapped in some sort of fabric inside. Pulling at the edges, I worked it loose, finally pulling it out of the sink to reveal a USB stick, wrapped tightly in cellophane.

The other thing that was revealed was my hands, fluid dripping off what looked like a pair of latex gloves. Curling and uncurling my fists, I could tell that my hands had also been made more sensitive.

As I was staring at my hands, looking closely at the glossy material now covering them, Kristen moved in front of me, a sympathetic look on her face

''Are you OK?''

I gave her a nod and a thumbs up