Women Planted Like Potted Plants

More soil. More grow lights, shining bright and hot above. Yet instead of rows of cannabis plants, there were naked torsos. Women tied to wooden stakes with metal wire, their arms and legs bound behind them. They stood in two rows, heads lolling...but that wasn't the horror of it.

There were leaves growing out of them. Small, dark green leaves that emerged from the naked flesh, so that the women's nudity was partially hidden by the foliage. Roots emerged from their bare feet, sinking into the soil. The women were silent, but living: Lois could see chests rise, skin flushed on their faces. She walked up to the nearest one, shivering gently as though cold...saw small, red, broken veins near each leave that emerged from her skin, and the brown eyes were dilated so wide that there was barely any iris visible.

****! Lois thought.

Snowflame placed a hand on the reporter's shoulder.

"Aren't they BEAUtiful?" he hissed. Gripping the reporter's biceps in his hands, the villain roughly and effortlessly moved her over to the next woman, this one much more thickly covered with leaves than the rest. "Those stems! The dark green color! Perfect in shape, in size...in POTENCY!"

He reached past her and grabbed the woman's breast, which seemed oddly free of leaves...bloated and heavy...and as he squeezed it, white drops beaded the dark nipple. Snowflame gathered the milky liquid on his fingertip and brought it to his lips with a wet smack.

A dark pit opened in the reporter's stomach as she realized what he meant. Though she had never seen a coca plant, she had no doubt that what she was staring at now were coca leaves...coca leaves growing from living women! It was insane, unnatural...and then there was the whole lactation. Snowflame's obvious satisfaction...

Could they be expressing the cocaine directly in the milk!? Lois shuddered at the thought. He's turned these women into **** labs!

With superhuman strength, he pulled Lois along the row, exclaiming at each woman in turn...and Lois Lane recognized some of the almost-dozen of women tied to the stakes as the missing women that she had come here to find. It was monstrous, what was being done to these eleven women...but then they came to the end of the row.

The twelfth stake was empty.

"SHE made a deal with me. SHE promised twelve brides to see to my NEEDS. And SHE has provided them...little whore."

His grip tightened painfully. Lois Lane's hands folded into fists. She had no idea who "She" was...but the reporter had no intention of becoming a potted coca plant for this ****-fueled villain. The only question was: what to do? Snowflame was too strong for Lois to beat him in a fair fight...but if she delayed, maybe he would weaken as his cocaine-induced high wore off.