Round 50 Transcript

I shrink back against the wall, my heart hammering in my chest as Jeane's wings spread wider still, a dark promise glinting in her eyes. My mind races, trying to make sense of what I'm seeing, but there is no sense to be made. This isn’t possible, it can't be real, and yet the sight of them fills me with a terror that freezes my bones.
Silra's voice cuts through the sudden silence, sharp and suspicious, and for a moment I cling to the hope she offers. She seems to understand the threat, even if no one else does. But then Jeane speaks again, her tone soothing yet firm, and I see Hera waver, her protective stance faltering. A cold dread settles in my stomach as I realize how easily Jeane can manipulate people with just a few words.
My gaze darts around the room, landing on the discarded toys and the glistening bodies of the other women. They look so peaceful, so contented, but all I see is a group of lost souls, completely under Jeane's thrall. I can’t let that happen to me, not after everything I've been through.
"I have to get out of here," I whisper, the words lost in the air as my eyes meet Silra's. She gives a subtle nod, her hand still resting on the hilt of her knife, and I feel a flicker of relief. Maybe there’s still a chance for us to escape this nightmare.

I close the distance to Hera and Silra with unhurried steps, my wings folding neatly behind me as I approach. "Sweetheart," I address Hera directly, voice low and intimate despite the others nearby, "Abby is perfectly safe. Her transformation was a beautiful thing—you should have seen her face when she came for the first time." My eyes gleam with recalled pleasure. "Don't you want to feel that too? To experience it together?" I extend my hand toward hers, palm-up in invitation rather than demand. "Let me show you what true intimacy can be."