Round 100

Ms. Stone's patience snaps—she gestures sharply. "Enough." The soldiers move in unison: Two grab Halia, two grab Hera and Abby, a third aims his rifle at Silra and Jeane. "Separately?" I repeat, voice dripping with contempt. "You think we're stupid enough to let you pick us off one by one for... what? 'Questioning'? Interrogation? Or are you planning to process us like cattle and ship us off to whatever fucking lab awaits?" I don't flinch from the rifle aimed at my chest—been threat...

Fucking hell. This corporate bitch thinks she can just waltz in and separate us like we're some kind of... asset to be processed? I watch Halia kneeling there, praying like the loyal little thing she is—vulnerable as shit but refusing to back down. Gods, I love her for that. Stupid brave idiot. The soldiers grab Hera and Abby—the two least useful in a fight right now, of course. Typical. *Their screams echo off the concrete walls as they're dragged away from Jeane, who looks ready...

I can't believe this cunt thinks she can separate us like we're some kind of... property to be processed? My wings flare wide instinctively at the sudden movement—soldiers grabbing my girls. This corporate bitch THINKS she's in charge here? Abby and Hera scream as soldiers haul them back—Halia still kneeling in prayer like the faithful little thing she is. Gods, she looks so vulnerable down there naked and praying while corporate muscle manhandles our sisters.* I need to protect her.

I clutch at Hera's arm, my fingers digging into her soft skin as we're dragged away from Silra and Jeane. The soldier's grip is like iron on my arms, his fingers digging into my skin, making my knees weak with fear. Hera struggles beside me, her body pressed close to mine for comfort but it does little against the overwhelming panic rising in my throat. All I can think about are those robed figures watching us impassively—the ones with glowing symbols on their chests. They look like something out of a nightmare.