Round 463

The walls had stopped breathing entirely now—everything except that low pulsing hum growing stronger like some monstrous heart counting down seconds until the next phase. The stone seemed to hold its breath, waiting for something. Tendrils coiled around Abby's ankles and calves, sliding upward with slow deliberation until they wrapped firmly around her thighs. She gasped as the soft appendages pulled her legs together and pressed them flush against Silra's back, trapping the blonde woman between herself and the wall. Silra's body tensed at the contact, muscles going rigid as she felt Abby's warmth against her spine. The tendrils didn't stop there—they continued their relentless creep upward, bunching the fabric of Abby's convenience store uniform until the hem rode up under her arms, exposing a strip of pale midriff. She whimpered softly but couldn't move, held in place by both the restraints and the sheer terror that paralyzed her muscles. Silra remained motionless except for her hands, which had clamped over her ears as if trying to block out a sound only she could hear—a sound that seemed to...