A way out

“I hope nobody sees me like this,” IQ groaned as she tried her best to keep herself somewhat covered. She looked around at the concrete walls of the room she was in, desperately looking for a way out.

“Oh?” She said as she noticed an open doorway in front of her. She looked around again to make sure there were no more obstacles, then made her way over. Her breasts jiggled in her bra with each step, and her pants seemed to creep lower to the floor, even as she continued to grip them tightly.

Just as she was about to enter the next room, a series of gunshots rang out from above.

“Ah!” She screamed, and dove through the doorway, and into the next room. She stayed prone on the ground for a few seconds before deciding it was safe to get up. As she stood up, however, she felt something tug her back to the ground.

“Oh, no,” she mumbled as she looked back to see that her pants were now off of her body, and tangled in a layer of barbed wire that had been hidden right next to the doorway. She stood up, one arm still over her breasts, and covered the front of her underwear with her free hand. She was now standing in nothing but her bra, panties, sneakers and headgear.