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Discovering Naalia - Page 29 - Inspect them. - By - Overview
Squinting, you peer closer, scrutinizing the flowers. However, in doing this, you've made a big mistake - you notice vines wrapping around your body. Horrified, you try to brush them off, but they wrap around your body, squeezing you tightly and preventing any escape. A voice from somewhere behind you chuckles, and you are spun around to face its owner: a green-skinned... man? No... he isn't human, for the vines entangling you seem to be attacked to his back, and from his belly a stalk seemed to grow, thick at the base and sporting a fairly hefty white flower at the end. His features and anatomy were otherwise human, but his entire form was the same olivine green as the vines restraining you. "What have we here," the creature continued. He sighed. "You humans with your curiosity... always letting it get the better of you." He touches the ground, and sure enough, there sprout the white flowers, as if by magic. He laughed, brushing some of his weedy hair out of his face, dragging you closer. "Suits me," he said, shrugging. His eyes, which are a pale yellow, flicker as he studies you. "Funny... you look different than the other humans... oh well. Can't be helped, I suppose." To your horror, the flower growing from his belly snaps around - and heads towards you. You try to yell for help, but the petals close over your head, and he unwraps his vines from around you slowly as the flower somehow sucks you inside. You feel yourself being pulled down, and squeezed - you're being pulled into the stem, you realize. You kick harder - but you've already lost. The petals close around your feet and you journey through the stem into a new chamber, moist and warm, finding yourself curled into a fetal position and unable to move. The sweet scent of the flowers surrounds you and you struggle and cry for help; useless as it is.
The plantboy makes no answer; he is rocking gently, perhaps resting, dreaming, and you feel your own senses dull and fall into a poisoned sleep, your body slowly digesting at the mercy of the chamber's acidic properties.
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