Round 181

The building's groan shifts timbre, becoming a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards like a beast settling into final rigor mortis. Water seeped from the ceiling leak in steady streams now, mixing with spilled lubricant to create a treacherous surface that threatened to send them all sliding across the corridor. The wardstone pulsed again—sharp and insistent, fucking thing knew they were trapped in here now.

Jeane grit her teeth, pushing more power through the dildo channel into the wall socket while her wings flexed instinctively behind her. She could feel it trying to pull back, wanting to corrupt the spellwork and flood the corridor with its energy. "Two minutes," she muttered, not sure if she was convincing herself or the others.

"Thirty seconds? Halie, that thing in the shower is counting heartbeats faster than we are." Silra pressed her palm flat against the floorboards, feeling the grain, the stress fractures already starting. The wardstone pulses again, and she swore the whole building groaned back at it like a dying beast responding to its master's call.

"I grip the mirror tighter despite my burned hands screaming protest," Halie thought, the metal cold against her palms. The wardstone pulses were coming faster now—something was changing outside this door, something was reacting to them being trapped in here. "Hera." She said the name sharper than intended. "Press your shoulder against that frame and brace it with your whole body. Now."