Round 15

The sound of flesh striking glass fills the room as Silra's fist connects with the mirror's surface. The entity inside pulses in response—sensing her anger, perhaps even feeding on it. "Enough!" she snarls, more at herself than anyone else. "I won't be your fucking puppet anymore!"

Jeane barely glances over from where she lounges against the opposite wall, looking utterly bored by this latest drama. "My dear Silra," she drawls, "you're being terribly dramatic. It's unbecoming of a grown woman—especially one who just enjoyed herself so thoroughly."

The entity responds to Jeane's casual command with eager obedience. One thick tentacle whips out from the mirror, wrapping around Silra's wrist like a living rope before she can react. She struggles but the thing has surprising strength.

I lean against the wall opposite them both now, arms crossed as I watch this unfold. The dynamic between these two is always entertaining—Jeane's casual cruelty clashing with Silra's simmering rage. "You know," I offer, "I could always call them back if you'd rather not face this alone."