A hike towards home

No matter how hard you wriggle against the vines, you find yourself no closer to freedom. Either these plants are not native to earth, your amazonian assailant is very good at tying knots. Neither one of those possibilities is reassuring, but considering what you've seen so far, they're both equally possible. Even though you had already lost track of the door, you know it's only getting further away with each of your captor's steps.

Screaming proves to be hardly worth the effort, your sounds of protest eventually receding into muffled groans as you fight to catch your breath. The brutish beauty seems to be pleased, and she mutters something in a strange language. Whatever it is, it's definitely alien. While they seem unintelligible, the words have a sort of untamed elegance that you can't help but find intriguing.

You begin to find yourself curious about this planet Sapphos, it definitely does't sound familiar. But you can't really ask allot of questions with that makeshift gag in your mouth. It certainly tastes as though it's made from the hide of some animal, but there's no way to be certain. At any rate, you're growing used to the strange taste, though your mouth is starting to feel rather dry.

How long was she going to keep walking? And more importantly, just how big is Dr. Philovibe's basement? Either this habitat is some sort of trick, or the doctor's basement was truly enormous. After a short while, her pace seems to slow, you must be close to your destination. If only you could see what that was! Finally, you come to a complete stop, this has to be it.

Without a word of warning, you smash against the ground with a heavy thud.

The landing was awful, all of your limbs are still bound tightly, leaving you defenseless. The larger woman simply laughs, before strong fingers weave themselves into your hair. Pulling up slowly, she forces your head upwards, giving you the first glimpse of your location, albeit while bent at a painfully awkward angle.

"Home," she stated simply, proving that she possesses at least some grasp of English. Then again, the placard did say she was quite intelligent. That raises the question, where did this woman hang her leotard, so to speak? Was it something primitive and wild, or advanced and technological? Whatever the case, you hope that you aren't **** to stay there for very long.