Right Pocket

Marty pretended to lean forward as he let his hand wander to the right side of Victor, before the other man could notice, Marty latched his down the pocket and grabbed the key inside. Victor was quick to react by grabbing Marty’s hand, practically slapping the Englishman in the face with his dick. To his credit though, Marty responded in turn by launching a straight fist into Victor’s balls.

The German bent over and clutched at his dangling manhood. With him now distracted, Marty yanked away and rolled towards Gwen with the key in hand. Gwen was no longer dazed and while Marty fiddled with the lock, Victor quickly regained his composure and stood up straight. He suddenly hunched over again, unable to fully ignore the pain.

“You son of a bitch!” He pointed a single finger towards Marty as he stalked over. “I’ll have your head for that.”

Just before he could reach the pair, Marty was able to unlock the cuffs and without another moment of hesitation, Gwen spun around and fired a burst of magical energy that pierced through Victor’s chest. Victor fell downwards; dead on the floor. Marty stared in awe at what should have been physically impossible.

“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. “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 he hand to shush him to and 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.

“Does it matter? I found you guys, we gotta go.”

“You’re right. 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 his day had been, but also that his entire life was likely about to change.