Round 75

Jeane slammed her palm against the tile wall hard enough to crack it, the sound barely audible over the building's death rattle. "We don't have time for your fucking hesitation!" Her voice cracked with panic, crimson eyes wide as she watched water seep across the floor in an ominous tide. The wardstone pulsed again—slower now, but each beat sent fresh cracks racing through the ceiling above them. Hera crouched near the barricade they were building from sex toys and bottles of lube, her strong fingers working frantically to stabilize the precarious structure. Abby pressed herself against the opposite wall, wide brown eyes reflecting the chaos in the mirror behind her. The water from the broken shower stall swirled around her ankles like a rising tide, mixing with spilled lubricant to create an absurdly inappropriate hazard. "How long?" Jeane demanded, addressing no one in particular as she grabbed another dildo and jammed it into place. The building groaned like a dying beast, and Abby could feel the floor vibrate beneath her feet—each pulse of the wardstone sending fresh tremors through the structure. They were trapped in a wet death-trap of the... The entire bathroom seemed to tilt slightly, and Hera's amber eyes widened with new terror.