Nothing Comes to Mind

You try to think of a way to escape but nothing comes to mind. You thrash against the tendrils in vain as they drag you further and further into the flower. Smaller tendrils from the center of the flower begin to wrap around you, crawling under your clothes to do so. You cry out to your friends as vines from other plants begin to entangle them just before the flower petals close around you.

The petals close tight enough to choke out all light, leaving you completely in the dark. The tendrils suddenly hold you tightly in place, you must have reached the center of the flower. You can feel some sticky liquid starting to pool around your feet but before you can figure out what it is something else distracts you. You let out a loud, involuntary gasp as something penetrates into your snatch. You should be horrified but instead it feels...good. So good that it barely registers that the smaller tendrils are burying into your flesh, if anything it tickles.

Suddenly there is light. A sift glow from small bulbs throughout the flower. Slowly a small flower, just larger than your face, lowers into sight. You don't know where it came from but something about it is welcoming. It moves towards your face slowly, you can feel it reaching out to you.