It Stops You From Getting Away

As soon as its tail rises, you try to run but find that you can't even lift your feet. Looking at them, you see that they've already been encased in sickly green latex shells, holding them to the ground. The colour alone is enough to make you nauseous, but then the smell of it wafts to your nose.

It is, by far, the worst thing you've ever smelled. Even the odour emitted by an average skunk doesn't approach this vile, repugnant, revolting... hell, there aren't enough words in the English language to describe how horrendously bad that stench is. It seems like it should be enough to knock you ****, or to at least make you throw up. However, you can't even get the comparatively delicious taste of vomit into your mouth to dilute the scent and your mind only seems to sharpen its focus on it. You try to hold your breath, but that just traps the musk's flavour in your mouth. Rooted in place, your only choice is to stand there and breath this odour in.

Of course, the skunk responsible for this looks like it couldn't care less. While your cough and **** in agony from this aromatic ****, it simply lies down right in front of you and watches to make sure you don't attempt another escape.