Free from his pervy friend's predations and still under his final order of "Get the hell out!", Ty maneuvered his way back out of the lab and into the dark dungeon ahead. As long as the brain slug was going to leave him vulnerable to others, Ty's best bet was to seek out his friends and explain to them his condition BEFORE they forced themselves upon him. As much as a perv as Eric was, he wouldn't have done what he did knowing who Sorhafe really was.
In fact, it hadn't been the forced ass-eating that bothered Ty the most as he traversed the empty passages of the underground cavern. He couldn't help focus on what Eric had said:
You're actually the third one in as many days..."
Days? Ty had just woken up, yet Eric had already been fucking around for days. Had his other friends already been here that long, or longer? Or were they not "awake" yet? Sorhafe's bloated ass was proving a distraction, too. He could feel the cheeks chafe against each other with each step, their blubbery masses slamming against themselves like fat boulders. Worse still, something in the pit of his stomach, something Elven, was telling him that these things would most definitely get in the way of Sorhafe's deft ranger maneuvers.
After what felt like an hour of wandering down desolate stone corridors, Ty finally came across...