- The Garden -

"A weed! A weed!"

The flowers' beautiful petals curled into ugly grimaces. "I am not a weed!" Alice exclaimed. Stems wrapped around her and lifted her into the air. "That hurts! Put me down!" She struggled in her thorny bonds. When she saw what awaited her, she screamed, and her squirms turned to wild thrashing.

The thin, spiny stick poked against Alice's panties. The flowers lowered her slowly. She cried out in despair as the branch penetrated her and slid up into her guts. The tip erupted from her mouth, silencing her. The flowers left her impaled, limp and bleeding.