Under the impact of Rayne's well-aimed arrow, the ooze split up again as expected. If past performance was any indication, an arrow to each of the two halves would put them out of their blobby misery - but before Rayne had a chance to find out, she screwed up big-time and lost her grip on her bow when her pussy tingled, sending a prickling sensation up her spine. The bowstring snapped back with a twang and the bow was lobbed behind her, landing square in the middle of the trap area!<br/><br/>And... nothing happened. Either the bow's weight was insufficient by itself to set off the trap, or maybe, just maybe, it wasn't trapped after all? In any case, Rayne had to think fast, as the oozes were closing in on her until they were right next to her, each sporting a thin tendril that was waving through the air searching for her body!