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[sub][color=gray]RE-SPINE ME. SANCTIFY ME.
MAKE ME YOUR SWEET PIECE OF ART.[/color][/sub][/center]

"They are to be chewed and swallowed an hour before sexual intercourse and should last a few hours.."

Milk smirked, she [i]always[/i] swallowed. [color=ec582c][b]"Thank you sweet Hemlock. I appreciate this more than you know."[/b][/color] she cooed, taking the parcel in her hands and slipping it into her clothing close to her chest. She would make good use of this. Whether it would be shared with another or kept for herself, would be a decision for later. With that, she departed from the shed, but before she could get very far- a black material wrapped around her ankles and legs, and continued up to her thighs. Milk's mouth gaped to scream, as the human figure embraced her with it's multiple vines. This material was familiar, but she had never seen it like this.

Soon she was yanked to the ground with a sickening thud, her body appearing light as a feather in the grips of The Maelstrom. Milk was not a weakling by any means, but this creature had strength BEYOND any man. From the shed came Hemlock, her voice eager to hold no fear against this beast. How could she not fear this monster? How COULD she not struggle as the putrid smell of plastic and slickness of his entrapment tightened more as she struggled, [color=ec582c][b]"Help me! Help me!"[/b][/color] Milk screamed. The creature covered her mouth, wrapping tightly around her airways. Milk panicked, the thud of an arrow landing into the monster with a direct hit. 

He released his grips ever so slightly, and Milk found her second strength. She began ripping at him, using her teeth to rip and bite through his grips. Tilting her head back to the shed she heard Hemlock cursing Sparrow.

Sparrow? Her savior had come.

Hemlock could also now be seen in the corner of Milk's eye fleeing the scene. Damn that Hemlock. Her childish head was far too gone, finding companionship in monsters and rituals rather than her own flesh and blood. She regretted in that moment for being so nice to the woman, bitter and upset.  [color=ec582c][b]"Sparrow!"[/b][/color] Milk groaned, as she got herself untangled from the beast. She scrambled to her hands and knees as she crawled quickly away, getting up and out of the way as she ran towards Sparrow at her personal full speed. Her body was covered in scratches and abrasions from the struggle. Reaching Sparrow, she wrapped her arms around her, burying her head against her.

She lifted her head from Sparrow, and looked to the monster, [color=ec582c][b]"What is that horrible thing?"[/b][/color]