Round 9

Jeane’s smirk fades into genuine surprise as Silra suddenly lunges at Halie with the rope. “Well now,” she purrs, eyes gleaming with renewed interest. “This is a development.” She watches the struggle intently, hands on her hips. “Let’s see where this little power play goes, shall we?” The sybian continues its steady thrum beside her, a reminder of what started all this chaos in the first place.

Abby shrinks back against the wall, wide eyes darting between the struggling women. This is rapidly spiraling out of control and she has no idea how to make it stop.