Round 149 Transcript

My eyes dart frantically between Abby and Jeane, a cocktail of rage and desperation burning within me. I strain against my invisible bonds, the magical fields holding me in place like an iron maiden's grip. Every fiber of my being screams to rush over there, to pull Abby out of that succubus's clutches and away from whatever mind games Jeane is playing. But I'm helpless. Utterly powerless as I watch my friend succumb to the demon's will. It guts me, twists my insides into knots of anguish and fury. I want to howl until my throat bleeds, to lash out with every ounce of strength in my body. But all I can do is stand here, a fucking prisoner, while Abby... No. No, goddammit. I won't let this happen. I refuse to accept that there's nothing I can do. There has to be a way out of these fields, some weakness in Jeane's magic that I can exploit. And if I can't find it myself, then maybe Silra or Halie will have an idea. I take a deep breath, forcing my muscles to relax and stilling the trembling in my limbs. I need a clear head for this. Need to think, to plan, to strategize. Because one way or another, I'm getting Abby out of here. Even if it means tearing this whole goddamn penthouse apart with my bare hands. Jeane may have us cornered for now, but she's in just as much trouble as we are. And I intend to use that to our advantage.