Round 106

Jeane’s crimson eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as she watches Abby crawl naked toward her, kissing each shoe reverently. The air crackles with dark energy, the magic visible and tangible around her, holding Hera pinned against the wall like an insect on display. Silra shifts uncomfortably, clearly torn between her loyalty to the group and the danger of this situation. She needs to move faster—she can’t let Jeane’s twisted desires put Abby at risk any longer. You think I give a fuck about your protocols? Hera snarls, her voice dripping with barely contained rage. Let. Her. GO. The air around her seems to shimmer with heat as she focuses every ounce of willpower into breaking free from Jeane’s hold…