Journey Into The Unknown – Gwen Origin
The blaring alarm woke Gwen from her deep sleep. She crawled to the tiny window in
her cell and stole a look outside: men and creatures were running to and fro, crashing and
falling. Gwen rubbed her forehead, groggy and agitated, she stretched slightly to get
activate her numb arms. She donned a black one-piece left overnight by her support staff.
Its fabric glued to her skin, some type of latex polymer that had a rubbery feel to it.
Despite its traction on her skin, a single pull of the back string could show the world her
assets. In truth, it could hardly be called an outfit: its fabric seemed to be stretched to its
limits covering only what usually cannot be shown.
