No, again..

You let out another startled cry as your sword slips free from your hands, dropping to the ground just as your hands vanish under the dirt. The plant pulls your hands down sharply, letting them join you in your new prison, which you must admit is REALLY uncomfortable, with the walls constantly throbbing against you, and the humid air inside, it's certainly not the best place you've been..

You're just about to hit the wall out of anger when the squishy floor beneath you opens slightly, forcing you to widen your stance to avoid slipping in. You look down slowly, looking on in shock and terror as a new bundle of thick tendrils work their way out of the opening, climbing your legs quickly and moving on up, squirming their way under your clothing. Despite thrashing about, you can't avoid the vines as they work their way around your body, pinning your arms up behind your back tightly and pulling your legs together, pressing your feet into the hole of the floor.

You get pulled down slowly, your calls for help muffled as another thick tendril winds around your neck and covers your mouth, tightening slightly whenever it feels your throat move. You let your eyes droop wearily, still struggling weakly as you're brought down, but you come to a sudden stop just as your rear is about to enter the plants "throat" if you will..