This is what I call life.
After quietly fleeing the Galbraith residence, I feel like a renewed man, someone who went into a dragon's lair and came back alive to tell the story. You know, I'm reckless, but I haven't turned mentally disabled yet.
Staying there for another day would put me in a terrible position. Ravenna, in her possessive way, would have found a way to trap me there.
Luckily, I managed to use sex to relieve the weight on both my lower and upper heads, the intense pleasure she got must have affected her conscience. I also decided to kind of get out of the sadomasochistic fetish business, it's not the most comfortable thing in the world to have something squeezing your neck.
First thing in the morning, I hurried to wake up Elizia and Victorian so we could escape while we had time. They woke up very sleepy, obviously, but they ended up following my orders without much trouble.
