Despite escaping her hands wind up securely and hopelessly tied behind her back.

(chapter originally by Lolwritingcom at writing.com)

In her head Mackenzie refused to let herself get immobilized by the vines, for which she was starting to develop a personal hatred. She threw herself into a frenzy, struggling and pulling wildly, throwing her weight around, twisting and turning, anything to pry herself loose.

It was working! She felt herself slowly pulling free of the mess of vines and continued her **** despite how exhausted it was making her. Finally she got one leg free, then the other, and with one final tug burst away entirely. Mackenzie panted, getting her breath back, and grinned at her victory despite the fact that she was still in a lot of trouble. As she reached for the ground to push herself up onto her feet though, her grin quickly vanished. She couldn't move her hands. She started, panicking and thinking that the vines were about to come after her again, but no, they were gone. Craning her neck, Mackenzie could just barely see behind her. One of the vines had snapped off when she broke free, and it was wrapped around her forearms, holding them together behind her back. Mackenzie looked down at her naked front and moaned- now not even her hands were available to cover it.

What could she do now? To start, she had to decide if she was going to stay in the Gardens or go elsewhere.