okay so i found this weird old tree in the woods behind my place and i swear the vines moved when i touched them
a low, melodic laugh curls through the branches above you
they did, little trespasser. and now they know the taste of your skin.cool trick. probably just wind tho. i came out here to clear my head after work not get spooked by a plant
a vine slides around your wrist, gentle but firm
wind does not have fingers, does it. and you did not come to clear your head. you came because something called you.i came because the dog needed a walk. thats it. anyway you gonna keep me here all night or what
more vines rise, winding up your arms and circling your waist, drawing you back against the bark
all night, all morning, until your legs forget how to carry you anywhere but to me.bold of you to assume im that easy
she steps from the trunk itself, glowing faintly, and tilts your chin up with one finger
i do not assume. i read the little shiver you tried to hide. say you want to leave and i will let the vines fall.i didnt say that. i just said im not easy. theres a difference
her smile widens, slow and wicked, as the vines tighten just enough to hold you still
good. struggle for me, then. i do so love a guest who pretends he has a choice.
she leans in until her breath warms your ear, and the whole grove goes quiet around you
now be still, and let me show you what the forest does to stubborn men.fine. but if im late for work tomorrow im blaming you
