"Nnnghh!" Esme groaned as she struggled. The vines at her wrists seemed to have no end to them, their twistings and grapplings unceasing. She sensed the hand between her legs, the probing finger, and Esme felt panic rising within her.<br/><br/>"N-no, no," she groaned, struggling. She couldn't concentrate enough to make the images in her head that she needed. It was all she could do now just to struggle, though her struggles were in vain. She tried to kick her legs, close her thighs, do whatever she could to force the hand away.<br/><br/>"If someone's out there, please help us!" she cried, getting desperate, as she twisted in the grip of the tree spirit.