No!

Adan’s fingers are still several inches away from the knife. Worse, his struggles have alerted the plant’s primitive defense mechanisms. Another bulb looms in front of Adan. He begins to cry out, but the spores burst, **** off his helpless wail, knocking him out.

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Adan comes to another couple hours later, finding his condition much worse. His legs are numb, bound tightly. He struggles to breath, a thick vine constricting his throat and chest. A nasty tendril is now buried four inches into his anus, widening painfully as it slowly burrows into his rectum. Pathetically his small penis is erect from the sodomizing stimulation. Worst of all, another tendril is wrapping around his testicles, compressing and squeezing Adan’s most sensitive and **** area.

Yet once more, Adan sees his hunting knife, now directly beneath him. Adan reaches down and grips his knife—salvation!

Adan begins to saw at the vines hindering his breath.