Keep struggling against the net

“Grrf! What does it take to - Ugh! - break apart a net?! Guh! Damn this woman for - Nngh! Nngh! Tuh! Rrrrr!”

The jungle boy tried to push the net with his legs and bare feet. Korak grabbed onto the ropes to his sides, and lifted himself while extending his legs and pushing his feet on the side of the trap as far as what the net would allow him. Korak would then shake his body downward to exert all of his weight while pushing the net, thinking this would break it. Alas, not even a single mesh hole was broken from this. He then collapsed his buttocks at the net below him. For a brief moment, he stopped her struggling and pouted.

“Fuck!” he cursed, “There has to be any way to break this net! Struggling does nothing, what the hell am I supposed to do? Grrgh! Have to try something!”

Korak then continued struggling. He then pushed the net below him with his legs, and tugged the net once more with his hands. Korak’s bellows, grunts, and growls sounded much angrier now.

“Graah! Ugh! Tuh! Er! Oof! Tuh! Grah! Grah! Grrgh! Ugh! Nngh! Tuh! Mmph! Oh! Er! Oh! Tuh! Grrgh! Nngh! Rrrrrr! Oof! Rrrr! Gah! Ugh! Oh! Nngh! Rrrrrrrrr! Ugh! Tuh! Grr! Oof! Rrrrrrr! Ugh!”

Many hours went by, yet Korak never ceased his struggling. He continued his very long fight with the net until something made his eyes widen in horror.

“Haha!” cackled a young woman’s voice from the canopy, “Caught myself some fresh meat!”

Korak get his nerves wracking from all over her body when the woman’s voice was heard from the trees. He shifted his body in the net to turn to see who caught him.

“Who the hell are you?!” Korak yelled at his captor.

“Aww,” replied the voice in a taunting manner, “Don’t like being caught in a net, sweety?”

The following sight Korak saw behind the net’s surrounding mesh in front of him. The figure emerged from the canopy to reveal a woman clad in primitive garb. The jungle girl wore a makeshift dress out of elephant pelt. Her hair was as white as ****, but her body physique suggested that she was of Korak’s age in her 20s. Her eyes were of a blood red - odd for a human - while her skin was tanned . She wore a necklace of an assortment of bones, with the pendant being the skull of a large rat. Bracelets of bones were found on her arms and legs, while the woman had bone-like blades protruding from the elephant pelt braces on her wrists.

With a malicious smirk, the woman replied, “You just need to refer to me as Fang, handsome, but I believe it’s awfully rude to talk to my own food.”

“You’re sick!” shouted Korak, “I’m a person, why the fuck would you eat me?!”

“Oh, honey,” Fang replies while maniacally chuckling, “You don’t understand, us humans were born to devour each other; that’s why we’re always so hostile with each other!”

Fang then moaned in delight with the thought of devouring Korak’s body.

“Ooh! Once you eat the tenderness of human flesh and savor the superior juiciness of a person’s muscles and organs, you can never go back to eating anything else!”

“Damn,” Korak cursed under his breath, “She really is insane.”

“Well, looks like you had enough fun in that net trap of mine. It’s dinner time now!”

Fang leaped off from the tree and slashed the cord hoisting the net with one of her bone blades on her wrists. The net plummeted down on the jungle floor, sending Korak collapsing.

“Grrgh!” Sheena grunted as she landed, “You let me go, or I swear you will wish you’d never have met me!”

“Lovely,” replied Fang, “This is the part where my food makes a lot of threats. But, those are mere empty threats; you’ve already became my meal at this point.”