The vines get the better of her

Emily angles her attention towards the central eye. She knows that must be a weak point but how could she get close without it stopping her? She slashes at one vine in front of her, starting to dash quickly towards the altar. If she wasn’t fast she knew she’d lose this fight

The next sensation Emily feels is one of falling. Her right leg doesn’t move as she wants it to, hooked and trapped on a low vine. She trips, pivoting her body to cushion the blow but it’s too late. The vines descend before she can get up, wrapping with unnatural strength around her wrists and ankles. The hand holding her blade is twisted, the weaponry being **** out of her grasp. She struggles against the plant monstrosity but it’s helpless

“Gah-fuck!”

Emily cries out, the fear slowly forming and building up in her body. She had no escape from this creature. She feels herself being lifted up into the air, more vine tendril appearing to support her body as she’s lifted up. The strange vines feel against her athletic frame, exploring her curves and getting a feel for her body.

Emily doesn’t understand it. Why hasn’t this creature simply killed her already? Her mind raises with fear and worry until she gets her answer why. A tendril hooks into her pants and quickly pulls, having no regard for the fabric and ripping the pants off her body. It presses up against the cloth panties she wears to retain modesty, pressing firmly against the fabric. Emily was a toy for this creature now and helpless to its whims. The vine rubs up against her slit, causing a strange pleasureful sensation to shoot up her body. She squirms helplessly, a low moan exiting her lips from the feeling