“So we’re stuck here?”
“No. We’re just going to have to try some less subtle approaches. This should suit you to the ground. It’s time to use brute force!”
Samuel felt his arm pulled back fully behind him as the Suit took over, then his arm shot forward, hand rigid and fingers slamming into the joint between the door and the wall. He couldn’t help but flinch, expecting agonising pain, but the Suit protected him from any harm.
Unfortunately, the door also suffered no visible harm.
“Nice try, genius!” said Samuel. “That really worked well!”
The Suit didn’t respond. It just pulled his hand back and struck another blow at the same point. And another. And another. And then one more.
With the final blow, a small c***k appeared, and a thick yellow gas poured out from beyond the doo
