Esme moaned as she felt more of her dress tear away, leaving only scraps now. She thought with dismay how fortunate she had been to escape becoming the kings plaything, only to end up the toy of a forest spirit.<br/><br/>With a groan of effort, she struggled in earnest, trying to break free of the ivy's hold. If nothing else, she tried to free her hands. Perhaps if she could weave a spell to daze the spirit, it would provide her the break she needed to get free.<br/><br/>"UnnnghhHH!" she groaned, tugging with all her might as the woodland hand roamed her chest.