Toemeka couldn’t breathe as the vine tightened around her neck. Her lungs burned. Fear pumped through her and black spots flashed before her eyes. The world spun. A branch cracked, then Michio appeared and began slashing at the base of the stalk with his knife. The plant let out a piercing scream and squirted a stinging, putrid orange fluid on Toemeka’s arm.
Light-headed, she collapsed. Michio pulled the vine from her throat and she gasped as fresh air filled her lungs. She distantly heard Michio ask if she was okay. She opened her eyes to find him crouching next to her, looking worried.
A vine tentacle slithered around her waist. She grabbed the stem and tried to rip it away. “Get it off me!” she cried hoarsely.
Michio started to help her when he fell forward onto the ground. A vine had wrapped itself around his ankle and was dragging him toward waving reddish-orange tubes. As Michio hacked himself free the plant screamed and sprayed more juice.
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