Her struggles attract more vines, forcing wrists behind her back and securing them firmly. She feels the vines pulse and thicken as they wind around her green, scales. One vine wraps itself around her waist as another winds itself around her knees, pulling her legs tightly together. Kary was dragged rougly across the ground, closer to the large, sunflower coloured maw.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Snack, snack, tasty snack</span>, the words sing cheerfully in her mind, obviously coming from the plant now.