Round 351

Silra’s entire body goes rigid as Abby’s hand makes contact, the sensation like ice water flooding her veins despite the heat radiating from her corrupted flesh. “NO!” She snarls, whipping around with inhuman speed to seize Abby’s wrist in a crushing grip. Her eyes are wide and wild, pupils dilated to black pools consuming the irises. “You idiot! Don’t you understand? Every second of contact gives it more leverage!” The older woman shoves Abby away with enough force to send her stumbling against the wall, which immediately begins undulating beneath her palms like living tissue.

Silra staggers back, pressing herself flat against the opposite side of the corridor as if putting distance between them could undo what just happened. Her skin is flushed an unnatural shade of red now, veins visible through translucent flesh pulsing with dark energy. “Fuck! FUCK!” She hisses through gritted teeth, the sound echoing ominously in the breathing tunnels. “You’ve accelerated it—felt it take another step inside me when you touched me.”