She laid back as he gently pushed her back and spread out. And then the vines held her wrists down. And then her mind came back alive as fast as it had gone.
And fought like hell. She struggled against the vines, feeling them cutting into her wrists. "You fucking little pervert, let me up, let me up and I won't break your fucking face open." She tried to twist against the vines to cover her nakedness. "Fucking let me up." She wanted to rip his face off. She was seeing red hot rage, that's all she could see. Red hot rage. And fear.