The Lokian Way 3 7
* * * * * * * * * * Sunday * * * * * * * * * * Mercy woke up in darkness and to the strong smell of latex. She only saw dim outlines of her surrounding. Illuminated faintly by the glow from the kitchen lights they had forgotten to turn off. Mostly she felt her surroundings. The leather beneath her, the tight constriction of her latex outfit, and long braided woven hair. Most of all the mass of Victoria laying half on and half beside her. She also felt squeezed somehow. She nearly...