You trust the moss. You fall passed that vine and realize you’re going to hit the ground really hard…
You do indeed, but it seems that you were right. While you land hard on your stomach, the moss absorbs the impact quite a bit, sinking inward several feet before springing back, sending you a few feet into the air before landing back onto your stomach.
Winded, you lie there for a few seconds, wheezing as you try to catch your breath. You grow aware that you’re in some pain… the moss absorbed the impact quite a bit, but your sizeable breasts didn’t approve of the sudden flattening you just subjected them to.
You’re just starting to wonder about that, realizing you have no idea how you got here or even of who you are, when you feel something push powerfully between your belly and the moss. You let out a weak yelp as you feel whatever it is wrap around your body, slick and strong; you try to gasp as you feel yourself lifted right off the ground and carried helplessly through the air.
Whatever is holding you doesn’t so much as slow down to give you a chance to figure out what’s happening. You have a moment to see that the long, wet green thing around you is pulling back into a very large, urn-shaped flower; then you’re inside it, and you feel yourself plunged into a thick, sweet-smelling fluid.
Whatever was wrapped around you lets go, allowing you to swim to the surface of the stuff. You gasp for air, treading the goop with some difficulty, and you look around in confusion. The inside of this plant is slick and dripping… and the top is a good ten feet above the level of the ooze. Floating in the ooze are bits and pieces of something…
You whimper as you suddenly recognize one of the floating objects as a human arm. Next to it is a patch of hair… and there’s the other arm. Floating in the ooze, lifeless, is a body!
You try to swim to the edge of the plant, but the stuff is so very thick… you do succeed, after several exhausting minutes of effort, but at that point it’s only to discover that the slick sides of the plant offer no grip whatsoever for you to pull yourself out to safety. Worse, as you paw at the interior helplessly, you feel movement in the ooze beneath you; something grips one of your feet and dunks you. While it lets go, by the time you surface you find yourself back in the center of the ooze…
Over the next few hours, you keep trying to get out; each time you touch the edge of the plant, its tentacle-vine pulls you back to the center of the ooze. Weakening, you find that it has become a struggle just to keep from letting yourself sink under, and you realize what happened to that other corpse in here. After hours of struggling, that poor person succumbed to exhaustion…
Eventually, despite your determined efforts, you, too, grow too weak. Unable to keep struggling, you sink into the ooze just enough to leave your wet blond hair floating at the surface to mark your grave. A few bubbles break the surface and your arms clutch helplessly at the air, but before long suffocation ends your struggles and your suffering.
Over the next few weeks, even months, the giant plant will slowly break down your body and absorb its nutrients. In a year or so even your bones will have dissolved.
Congratulations. Your adventure in this new world didn’t outlast meeting your very first predator.
