Round 137 Transcript

I stand frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, raising goosebumps on my skin that has nothing to do with the cool air of the penthouse suite.
My eyes dart around the room, taking in the lavish furnishings, the shadowed corners where shadows seem to move with minds of their own, and then they land back on Jeane.
She is beautiful, terrifyingly so. Her wings, vast and leathery and undeniably real, stretch wide behind her as she turns to face me completely, a predatory smile playing across her lips.
A wave of pure terror washes over me, clashing with the inexplicable arousal that has been building since I first laid eyes on her. It’s a confusing, overwhelming feeling, one that makes my knees weak and my breathing ragged.
I try to take a step back, to put some distance between us, but my feet feel rooted to the floor, held in place by an invisible force. A whimper catches in my throat.
"I... I don't understand what's happening," my voice comes out as little more than a frightened squeak. "What are you doing to me?"

Silra’s fingers slide down Jeane’s spine, tracing each vertebra like piano keys. “Your field is fraying,” she says flatly. “Another surge like that and we lose containment. I can help recalibrate if you let go of the threat display.” Her eyes flick to Hera’s desperate struggle against invisible bonds, then back to Abby’s wide-eyed terror.