Round 130 Transcript

My heart hammers against my ribs as Jeane's eyes lock onto mine across the room, her expression one of pure predatory intent. I feel like a mouse caught in the gaze of a cat, paralyzed by fear even as a traitorous part of me thrills at being so thoroughly seen. Hera and Silra are still locked together on the bed, their whispered conversation a frantic murmur against the charged silence of the room.
I try to take a step back, but my feet seem rooted to the spot. Every instinct screams at me to run, to get away from this suffocating magic that fills the air and makes it hard to think straight. But some deeper, darker part of me remembers the exquisite pleasure I felt earlier when Jeane touched me, how her power had made my entire body sing with ecstasy.
She beckons me closer with a single finger, her movements fluid and graceful despite the inhuman nature of those wings. It's an impossibly small gesture that feels like a command issued from on high. I know I should refuse, but my body moves before my mind can catch up, carrying me forward until I stand directly before her.
"I... I don't want to," the words are a faint whisper, almost lost in the air as they leave my lips. They sound pathetic even to my own ears, a weak protest against an undeniable force.