The Escape - closed thread - Val, Wanda
At the shoulder tap, Wanda nodded - ladies room it was. Or really, they'd just bypass the ladies room and head outside to assess the rehab facility; some research had been done earlier though, and Wanda was not even going to mess with the gates. The guards, armed with their penis extensions at the checkpoint, were a lot squishier and able to be manipulated easily.
"Ready," she promised in a whisper, giving Val's hand a reassuring squeeze.
Her eyes glowed crimson and her powers simmered; she called on them, they extended like coils of electricity, invisible tendrils that began to creep. They wrapped around the guards and touched their minds, sneaking in quiet as a statue -
Sleep, she told them and - didn't they just want to give in? Didn't their limbs feel heavy? They didn't have to fight it. They could just rest...