Round 186

Silra moved closer to Jeane, not too close—she'd seen enough horror movies to know better than to get within arm's reach of someone undergoing a supernatural transformation. The building groaned around them like a beast settling into sleep, and the floor shifted beneath her feet—a tremor of impatience or hunger. "You're not thinking clearly," she said to Halie, voice dry. "If she goes full demon-mode in this enclosed space with no exits, we're all dead regardless of how many dicks you manage to choke on. That's a tactical failure."

Halie squared her shoulders, facing Silra with determination despite the fear visible in her eyes. "I can't let you do this, Abby," she said firmly. "No one sacrifices themselves here—not for me, and certainly not to a building we don’t understand." She turned toward Silra. "If Jeane won't control herself, then she becomes the threat we need to neutralize—safely. We find a way to restrain that demonic power without killing her or letting it consume us all."

The building's demands intensified, a low throbbing pulse that seemed to resonate in their bones. The air grew heavy with the scent of sex and ozone, and something like static electricity prickled across Silra's skin. She glanced at the ceiling, where cracks were spreading like veins of darkness. "We have maybe three minutes before this place comes down," she said calmly. "So yes—let's find a way to restrain her. But first, we need to get out of here alive."