Then, the plant starts pulling me down. The roots of this one start to take hold as well, digging deep into me while the plant grows thicker. Baring his teeth, he raises his hand to backhand me across the face, but a speaker in the corner of the room crackles to life just in time. “Oh shit!” I exclaim, as the fast growing vine grows right up into me, the little hairs lengthening and gripping me tight. Please secure the prisoner and leave the room.”
The man looks at me with hatred in his eyes, then none too gently lifts me onto a table, restraining my arms and legs with belts. Behind him appear to be two lap assistants. I guess it might be partly my own fault, the bruising I mean, since I am trying to groin the two men as they heft me through the hall and into a room that has two sets of pressurized doors. “Very good, I have quite the battery of tests that, well, lets say no one ever volunteers for.
