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Mandy wasn’t exactly sure what had gone so wrong.
She’d known about the PItchers in the center of the Old District almost as long as she’d been alive. They were the remnants of an older, larger infestation that had survived every attempt to root them out. She had passed them almost every day as she went to school as a child. When she grew up, she’d had to go around them on her way to her apprenticeship at the bakery. Now that she was a master Patissiers, she would have thought that she knew exactly what to do. Her mother, gods rest her soul, had drilled it into her..

“First you look to see whether there’s a girl squirming in every last one of them… be careful to check all of them.. Don’t be fooled by a bunch of bones filling one up - they may look full, but mark my words, they’re hungry again.”

If only she hadn’t been so distracted by thoughts of work.. If only that cute man across the street hadn’t winked at her, distracting her attention.. If only she’d seen that the Pitcher had emptied itself, ready to consume her. If only Mandy had paid more attention, then the plant wouldn’t have caught her.

Mandy had thought only dumb bitches who didn’t look where they were going got caught by something that couldn’t even move itself from the ground… But a single moments distraction in all of twenty two years was all it took.

The vine wrapped around her waist and in an instant it took her into its slimy maw... The spiky Jaws snapping shut around her.One of the lime green spikes punctured through her throat in a bloody motion.. Another snipped at her belly, disemboweling her cruelly. Her guts flopped out as she gurgled a scream for help…
“Huggggugllllllpppp mmmmuggeeeeee!!!!”

But the only response was the pained gurgles from some blonde in the next plant… slowly being digested alive..
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugghggggghhhh!!!!!”

The pitcher poured digestive acid down her backside and settled her in for an agonising death.

Mandy wasn’t a girl anymore… she was plant food now. In a few painful weeks, her bones would litter the floor like all the other dumb bitches who didn’t look where they were going..

In the World of Bones, those who don’t have constant vigilance, pay the ultimate price.
Post number No.22050
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