Uncermonious rescue

You were thrown about like a doll. The plants themsleves fought against you. It made you feel so utterly feeble. No weapons to swing at your floral adversary. Banking on just your charms was no help here.

You were covered in muck as the tendrils yanked you further in. If someone heard you you doubt they could help much. However, your panic did attract someone's attention. Unbeknownst to you, your shouts drew unlikely aid. Anyone living in this swamp knew of such dangers. Not that you knew that. Your mind was still in panic mode, worried about the predator on the other side of these vines.

The last thing you expected was someone to cut you free in a flash. Covered in swamp muck was not how you wanted to greet your savior. You coughed up any stagnant water and tried wiping the silt off as you stood up. There was a hundred thoughts going on in your head as you turned to greet your hero. For instance, how much you'd fuck him as thanks.