Round 244

The liquid began its ascent in earnest now, no longer a slow creep but a determined climb. It surged around their waists with a hungry energy, lapping at the bottoms of their stomachs like a predator tasting its prey before the kill. The walls' entity loomed closer, its pulsing lights and sounds growing more intense by the second—a heartbeat counting down seconds until whatever's next begins.

Hera grit her teeth, the fluid already lapping at her navel, cold and invasive in ways that made her skin crawl. Every inch it climbed felt like violation—cold tendrils of liquid working their way between her thighs, soaking into her underwear, making her whole body tense with disgust and something else she refused to name. She could feel Abby pressed against her back now, both of them trapped between the rising fluid and the walls that were definitely watching.

The other woman's breath came in short pants, fear making her tremble despite trying to hide it. Hera wanted to tell her to run, to get away before this shit touched her too, but running split the party and left them vulnerable to... whatever waited downstairs.