Fang the canibal

Emerging from the ferns and jungle schrubs, the Jungle prince arrived. He prowled through the dense foliage, peering his eyes through every direction. The intense, tropical heat of the jungle made the Jungle boy sweat all over his muscular body.

“Where the hell is she?” Korak asked himself, “This crazy jungle girl’s will pay for all those people she’s killed and cannibalized.”

Tracking for his prey, Korak hunted what was known to be a cannibal woman on the loose on the jungle, hunting and killing anyone in her path before she devoured them. When a sudden noise was heard, Korak got down on all fours and crept through the dense foliage like a panther.

“Gotta be careful,” he whispered to himself, “She’s crafty, and can ambush me at any moment.”

Korak crept in the tall grass and ferns below the myriad of the sprawling jungle trees. The Jungle Prince found himself within a large fern when he peeked his eyes through the leaves. What appeared in his vision struck odd to him: a human skeleton.

“Damn,” he whispered, “Another one.”

Korak looked around the jungle from the fern before he decided to emerge out of there. Korak readied his knife in case the cannibal jungle girl was to ambush him. Korak then stood right in front of the skeleton, with rotten meat still hanging on to the ligaments and bone, along with a colony of maggots swirling around the last chunks of flesh. He examined the cut marks on the skeleton’s bones.

“Slash and stab marks too precise for an animal,” Korak whispered to himself, “Yep. This was her alright.”

Korak then lifted the skeleton when a click coming from something attached to the corpse sounded. Korak's heart skipped a beat when, suddenly, a rushing **** erupted from Korak’s position, making him drop the knife. Korak was then hoisted a couple feet in the air when the Jungle Prince realized that a net trap ensnared him. Frustrated, Korak immediately began to struggle.

“Dammit!” he cursed, “Nngh! Ugh! This was a trap! Oof! And of course it - Ugh! - always has to be a net!”

The boy violently jerked his arms while tightly grabbing the ropes of the net; at the same time, he kicked and writhed his legs and bare feet against the mesh below his body. While flailing his limbs, Korak swayed his head. His chest and belly shook and shifted as well. Anger filled his eyes eyes as he was **** to fight against a net.

“Oof! Oof! Can’t believe - Ugh! - this woman set a net trap here. Grrgh! Ugh! Did she know that - Tuh! - I’d be looking for her? Uunh!”

Korak then got up on his legs, with the net’s size forcing him to do a half stand-half swat position. Korak got his hands and attempted to pull apart the top of the trap. The Jungle Prince mustered an enormous amount of his primitive strength. Unfortunately, the top would not break apart. In frustration, Korak started kicking the net below her and yanked his arms at the ropes. He struggled against the net in this half semi-standing position for a long while, believing that exerting all of his weight could damage the net. After a long time, he realized this plan was not working.