A Trap

Clouds of dust fell from the ceiling and the entire house shook, like they were in an earthquake. Nancy fell to her knees, huddling close to Steve and Robin as red light flashed through the broken windows.

Then it passed. Nancy looked around, searching for any sign that Vecna knew they were there, that he was coming for them.

She was so busy looking further up the stairs that she did not see the roots snaking over the floor. Not until they curled over Robin’s feet and whisked her away.

It all happened too quickly for Nancy to even think of helping Steve’s friend. One minute, she was lifting up her axe. The next, she was yanked off her feet as what felt like hundreds of slimy serpents wormed all over her. She took a deep breath as one ran over her face, caking her in slime and cutting off her sight.

She was blind, helpless.

But she could still hear Steve and Robin screaming and struggling. She could still make out the tentacles wrapping around her wrists and ankles to stretch her arms and legs apart. She could still feel some of the vines ripping through her clothes.

Then came the goosebumps, Nancy’s entire body shivering as she realised she had been stripped down to her underwear. Why had the roots not just simply killed them? Something was very, very wrong here.

Her wriggling blindfold wormed away and Nancy tried to open her eyes, blinking to see through the slimy strings which she could feel still dripping over her face. Looking to her right, she saw Steve had also been stripped. She took a minute to notice his heaving chest, then saw Robin behind him. The taller girl’s tits were practically spilling out of her bra as Robin spluttered and struggled against the vines which were restraining her.