Round 5

Jeane looms over them all, his wings spread wide like a shadowy curtain separating them from the rest of the world. His crimson eyes blaze with barely contained fury as he surveys the scene—Abby kneeling submissively before him, Silra still twitching on the bed in a post-orgasmic haze, and Halie looking conflicted. "Enough!" his voice cracks like a whip across the room. "You three have had your fun. Now it's time for real adventure!"

Halie stands there, feeling exposed and utterly irrelevant as Jeane looms over everyone like some kind of twisted god. The way he barks orders at them—at Abby especially—makes her want to scream. What is this? Some kind of power trip masquerading as an adventure? She thinks bitterly. Silra just lies there, completely used up and barely coherent. Typical. She’s always so quick to submit, never questioning anything Jeane does.*

Abby cowers under Jeane’s furious glare, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. His words cut through her, each one a lash meant to whip them into shape. Her eyes dart around the room, landing on Silra’s limp form before flicking away again in shame. She looks so used up already, and here we are, just sitting around while that little thief tries to weasel out of her punishment. This is supposed to be an adventure, not a tea party for the faint of heart!

Jeane’s eyes narrow as he takes in their reactions—Halie’s quiet fury barely contained, Abby’s obvious discomfort, Silra’s post-orgasmic stupor. "Right," he growls, stalking toward the closet. "If you three can’t handle a little BDSM, then maybe we need to find something else to occupy your time." He yanks open the door, revealing…