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Traitor’s Swamp -- vines/F feet

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Traitor’s Swamp -- vines/F feet

The air seemed to hiss as the bands of swaying fog gobbled up the horizon before splashing through the lifeless tree branches and onto the slowly bubbling waters. A thick dome of desolate grey tendrils swayed above, soaking up the dull glow that prickled through the claustrophobic mass. The ground beneath them sloshed and slipped, squelching menacingly at their boots as two women stepped single file across the tiny strip of land that rose above the still, silvery waters.

Hunching forward, the woman in the back flipped a few of the disheveled pages of her leather-bound book while glancing downward at her footing. Keeping an eye upon her companion, she listened for any slight deviations in her partner's footsteps while pawing through the pages. Hastily scrawled notes and misshapen pictures littered the parchment. Here, some words were circled with an arrow pointing towards them with notes written at an angle in the corner. Reaching the end, she groaned and let the pages slash against her thumb, the flapping sounds of the parchment echoing around her as they slapped shut. The first page haunted her again with the image of their target: a single, lopsided flower with poorly drawn petals. Archaic, looping characters rolled across the page, translating loosely to panacea or invigoration. Thrashing her hand against the edges of the paper, she flipped through several bundles of pages quickly before lifting her nose slightly and tapping at the rough picture that comprised their surroundings.

With a quick glance upward, she looked through the thick, dead tree trunks that hid away the remainder of the marshland from her. Her partner suddenly veered to the left and she, in turn, hopped in place, quickly turning a sharp angle after her comrade while looking back at the mud that slid into the murky, sludge like waters. A large bubble formed on the water's edge then popped, sending black, grimy ripples across the mire. Chill fingers nipped at her neck; shivering, she raised her hands and crossed them over her chest while rubbing at her forearms.

Her partner raised a gloved hand and shifted her goggles on her face before stepping forward mightily, leaving long, deep arcs in the muddy earth in place of footprints. Stepping gingerly around them, she walked upon the balls of her boots, slipping from side to side as she dodged the haphazard marks left by her compatriot. With a quick swipe over her shoulder, her partner lifted her chin towards her and spoke out in quick, boastful tones. "Find anything useful in there?"

Thoughts of the various, crazed ramblings of curses and incantations scratched into the pages crossed her mind. Pressing the tip of her tongue against her upper lip, she felt her legs slow as she looked away. "N-no," she breathed out, her voice spiraling into a crisp cloud before her nose. Feeling her boots sink into the mud, she quickly leapt forward, closing the distance between her and her friend. Sniffing loudly, her comrade raised her head to the sky and thrust her hands behind her long, frizzled oak colored hair.

With a gruff sigh, her companion leaned forward and began to step quickly, her boots slapping against the mud, sending globules shimmying through the air to splash in the dying waters around them. Lowering her arms, she flailed her hands through the fog as though slapping aside foliage, her shoulders gyrating rapidly. The mists coiled around her, briefly dispersing before sinking in around her again. Looking away from her companion, her gaze buzzed across the waters. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a long form slither across the water, sending out callous ripples that lapped at the surface of the land. With a gasp, she stepped backward and shot an arm behind her, setting a hand on her curved dagger and drawing it half an inch while shielding her face with her book. The ground beneath her began to slip away and she felt her right foot sink into a small stretch of ravenous, quicksand like mud. As she looked down, she heard something slap at the water in front of her as though the shadowy figure dove under the waves. Freezing her breath, she waited, watching the waves for any movement while the disrupted mists cleared away from the water's surface.

Closing her walnut-colored eyes and inhaling, she nodded, letting her dagger click back into its scabbard while looking to her left, watching her companion vanish into the smoke. A loud sniff rolled through her and she leaned forward, a tear singeing the corner of her eyelid as she turned to follow. Air rushed around her right foot as she felt the sole of her boot melt away from her skin. Gasping quickly, she stamped her foot down, her footwear sinking deeper into the muck. Slowing her breath and closing her eyes, she carefully placed her hands over top of the rims of her boots, pushing them against her calves as she shoved her weight onto her left foot and slowly drew her leg free of the mud. Above, several dark shapes sliced through the air. They crowed in quick success, their ca-caws resounding like ghostly laughter.

With a flick of her ankle she sent the globules of wet earth that clung to her into the brackish waters. Placing the book against the earthen hues of her cloak, she felt the leather corners bite at her ribs as she jogged forward, hopping over the imprints left by her partner. Squinting tightly as though that alone would dismiss the boorish fog, she watched as shapes around her morphed into trees before scattering into ghastly shadows. All the while, she kept a heavy vigilance upon her footing, ensuring that the markings of her companion stretched ahead.

A few moments later and her comrade’s broad shoulders siphoned into a shade, her form bobbing in and around the snarling smoke. Slowing her steps, she raised her head and rolled it upon her neck while rubbing at the fringes of her chestnut hairline. Her partner turned and raised a hand, pinching it around her goggles, shifting them up slightly before throwing her voice against the ground, scuffing it. "Well, which way?"

Straightening her own goggles upon her nose, she stepped just behind her partner and glanced at the path as it split off sharply, stretching off into the surrounding abyss. A single, slithering path drolled off to the right while a simple, straight one ran to the left. She felt her eyes grow wide while a shiver rattled her shoulders. Lifting the book, she silently mouthed, "no, no," while striking at the pages as though they were tinder. Opening the sulking tome to the map, her eyes crawled upon it slowly. Biting her lower lip, she shook her head and echoed remorsefully, "There's no break like this on here."

With a rumbling groan her companion spun around and slapped the book away with the back of her hand. A meek "Ah," escaped her lips as she reached into the air, scratching desperately at the volume as it sailed in an arc before landing in a small puddle of liquid mud. Her jaw limply fell open as she watched it slowly sink onto its side, then tilt back and land with a wet thump while the swampland seeped over top of it, engulfing the tome.

Turning, her partner swiped at her nose with her thumb, then threw it haphazardly to her left while thrusting the side of her head towards it. "I've got the straight one then. You go down that winding path."

Without breaking her gaze from the imprint created by the book, brown waters drizzling into the pothole and forming a black puddle indiscernible from the rust covered ground, she hastily spit out “we shouldn’t split up.” Across the marshland she heard her voice echo and from the pothole she listened to the pages shuffle morosely as they drowned.

Spinning her head, her companion's lips curved like a flower’s petals and her jaw hung open. "It's called Traitor's Swamp." With a quick roll of her wrist, she extended the palm of her leather glove just before her mouth, "It has to be better to split up."

Inhaling slowly, she shook her head and rubbed at the side of her nose with her index and middle fingers. Running them over her cheek and around her mouth, she slid her fingers over her chin, then dug her fingertips into her opposing shoulder. "Traitor..." she said coolly as she tapped at her shoulder rapidly, drumming at it with her fingers. Gently shaking her head, she blinked and exhaled, clicking her tongue as she parted her lips, "That’s what everyone in the village always called it, and my translation may be spotty, but… it didn’t… quite… read like traitor.” Drawing her hand to her face, she lightly ran the tip of her gauntlet clad index finger beneath her lip, “No… it read more like ‘To betray oneself,’ than ‘betray another,’ but…” her voice trailed off as she reimagined the curious, unorthodox characters again.

Letting out a quick cough of a laugh, her companion's lips curved upward, and she turned ahead, raising her palms above her ears. "And?"

A grumble nipped at her throat. Inhaling the icy air, she rubbed her middle finger above her left brow, "I just don't think we should split up." Looking off into the miasma, she saw the outline of several pine trees striking a distant fence on the horizon. A line of a ripple ran along the water's edge from beyond the depths of the fog. Edging the heel of her right boot back, she scraped a flat, bronze sheet onto the curving and bulbous strip of land. Her lower eyelids hardened, and she felt her gaze quiver while her breath beat about within her lungs as it awaited a command. "We just don't know what's in here."

"Well," her comrade said before tightly pursing her lips together. Shrugging, she stepped off, her shoulders straight and her head high, her bootheels slashing at the mud with a slick sucking sound. A swift and resolute caw-caw-caw caw-caw-caw echoed from beyond the depths. "Regardless, we'll cover more ground if we do." Turning on her heels, she stepped backward while clasping her hands together, "better chance we'll find some of those magical flowers, yeah?"

Sighing, she flicked a band of her chestnut hair behind her ear and mumbled under her breath, “There’s no such thing as magic.” With a growl-like groan, she closed her eyes and swiped above her brow, letting a sauntering nod escort her pointed breath. "Fine." Her companion smiled broadly, her teeth dazzling through the air as she stepped backward into the veil of grey, waving a hand. The chill call of those birds grazed through the sky, sounding like a distant, distressed maiden laughing at her misfortune.

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she turned and began trudging along the sinister pathway that snaked across the waters as she thought upon the second name of the swamp. The first word didn't translate well, as it was more an amalgamation of several words layered over top of one another; though it seemed to resemble betray one self, it carried markings along the lines of lightly striking or gently scratching interlaced over top of it. As the babbling squawks of those fowl etched into her ears again like lilting laughter, though, she ascertained the word's true meaning: To betray oneself with laughter, or, more simply, tickled. She shook her head while glancing at the thick tendrils of fog that wiggled over the dusky, howling splotches. No, not tickled. Tickler. Tickler's Swamp. Surely a fitting name if those birds crowed so incessantly.

As she strode ahead, she craned her neck downward, her eyes flitting back and forth, ensuring that the still waters remained silent. A stale breeze slowly slithered across the brackish pool, shaking the thin tree trunks into a dancing frenzy. Their branches rattled at one another, scraping and scratching while the grey mass around her grasped and clawed through the dank air. The outlines of trees past the fog began to waver violently, and an earsplitting cavalcade of crowing harped outward. It rang from every angle, piercing at her flesh like arrows. A distinct, shrill harpies’ cry resounded far behind her. Twisting her head back and forth, she watched as quick moving masses of darkness throbbed through the sky, eating up what little light remained.

Bringing her fists to her chest, she stepped backward, her burnished eyes shaking as the dark cloud skittered off, vanishing into the grey as the noise subsided. As she quickly spun ahead, her back foot slipped as the mud beneath her gave way, dropping her foot into the waters with an eerily loud splash. With a quick gasp she pulled at her boot, an iron tight snare gripping above her ankle that refused to relinquish her from the pool. A bright flame of panic soared through her, and she began flailing her leg through the unstable earth. Dropping her hands to her knee, she began to tug, grunting and groaning as a tightness wrapped around the toe of her boot. Letting out a quick "yeek!" she stepped into the water with her right foot and began to pull with her weight. The ground suddenly gave way underneath her and she slid forward, rolling through the air before landing upon her stomach.

A thunk of a splash came from behind her. Her head darted down just in time to see a deep green vine covered in tear shaped leaves shoot from the marsh towards her. The thick, rope-like appendage swayed back and forth as vile, black waters rolled along its surface, dripping against the pool beneath it. As the drops exploded against the surface, they disrupted the mirror of the grey sky above and coughed out a smoky breath of clean air that sent the fog skittering away. Thrusting her arms ahead, she began clawing at the dirt, the mud clumping away underneath her and offering her no reprieve while the vine quickly began wrapping around her legs, bending with her as she flopped against the ground like a fish. The vine crawled up her, nipping tightly yet without applying pressure, fitting snug yet naturally against her. As she thrust another look back, she inhaled deeply, gingerly tugging with her boots so as not to disturb the waters while the vine grasped around her torso. In the distance, she heard the lilting caw-caw-caw of the birds, their hushed, muttering tones forming a hundred soliloquies of mockery over her.

A tightness came from ahead of her and she shot her gaze forward, the skin around her eyes hardening as two more vines tugged at her arms from the other side of the land mass, drawing them to her sides while the first vine lathered up her torso and then her neck. As she opened her mouth to scream, the vine slipped between her teeth, consuming the rattling noise she emitted before wrapping around her neck and under her chin, forcing her jaw to clamp over the soggy mass of vegetation. Meanwhile, the other vines slipped around her elbows and down her forearms, binding them into a single unit while tugging her into the center of the island. Cool mists ensorcelled her right foot as she felt her boot slip away from her, submerging into the waters while she was pulled free from it. The cold, wet mud readily gave way to the top of her bare foot as she was dragged along the shore, her form sinking into it while the vines layered across her, lapping over one another and completely covering her body.

Thrusting with her hips and shoulders, she floundered about on the ground, her screeches of help bumbling about in her throat until they were reduced to near silent mmphs that barely squeaked through her gag. Swaying back and forth, she shook her arms while the vines tightly constricted around her wrists and biceps, pinning her arms so that she could only rattle her elbows. With a kick of her knees, she lifted her feet from the earth and began to turn onto her side, but more vines shot from the water and wrapped around her ankles, pulling the tops of her feet against the mud, her skin slapping wetly against it. In the back of her mind she uttered "There's no curse," over and over in a vague attempt to calm her skipping heartbeat. As she rapidly inhaled and exhaled, her thoughts blundered that there was no such thing as magic, that whatever foul creature had taken hold of her could be bested. Dark words molded in her mind, claiming that magic was insurmountable, but she quickly dashed them as she hopped and squirmed in place, bashing her torso against the ground while wiggling like a flower’s petals blushing in the wind.

Snorting out a breath, she glanced over the stale, smoky waters that sheltered her captor. With a deep inhale, she relaxed her muscles and let her anxiety drift away. Twisting her shoulders, she wiggled the vines loose while extending the fingers of her left hand. Digging her fingernail into her shirt, she tugged, pulling her hand close to the middle of her back and the dagger that rested there. A shock rumbled through her as something slithered over her naked foot. With a sharp gasp, she reflexively kicked her hips at the ground, forcing her hand to slip back into compliance. The vines seemed to breath, their grip around her tightening.

An icy, slimy touched rubbed at her arch and her foot took on a mind of its own, rolling about on her ankle and flexing her toes out and away. Bucking in place, she gasped shrilly as the pointed sensation of the slime covered, braided rope carefully scraped against her. The feeling swayed upward, then rubbed back down across her arch, leaving a grainy, sand like trail of opportunistic ooze that spread towards her toes in thick, eager drops. With a shiver, she thrashed her foot, flicking her toes and twisting them outward, yet the touches struct unabated, gluing to her despite how she thrashed her foot in a jagged oval shape. A sound of paper grating and crumpling against itself bumbled through the air, and a long, flat sensation slapped against her, its edges writhing against her while palpations kneaded at the spot it covered. Clenching her toes together, she rattled her foot back and forth, slapping her toes against her boot before burying her flesh underneath it. The smooth, serene touch continued to caress her, a sensation like ants crawling up her backside rattling against her consciousness.

Inhaling heavily, she let out quick, raspy spurts of exhales as the edges of her lips gripped upward into her cheeks. Crossing her feet into an x, she rubbed her sole against the muddy bottom of her boot, the wet grime of the sodden earth sticking to either side of her narrow flesh. The rubbing increased in pace, flitting down towards her heel before rubbing back up her arch. Her foot flailed wildly, abandoning its hiding spot as her toes bent backward, their tips pressing into the slippery surface beneath her. As her skin grew taut, the touch sent a paralyzing itch buzzing across her sole. With a gasp, the tips of her toes slid, and her foot flopped downward with a plop. A light, raspy grumble of a snicker rolled in her throat and then her eyebrows shot up. The image of the map and those characters flashed before her. Tickler's swamp. They gnawed at her, deriding her for not correctly translating them earlier, for not heeding their warning.

Pulling her knees upward, she shimmied about on the mud as it sloshed wetly beneath her. Icicles dug into the edges of her consciousness as a shroud of dread foamed in, obscuring the world. The stories of the cursed waters that funneled into this forgotten mire echoed across her mind as her breathy exasperations melded into stabbing squeals. Bowing her chin into her chest, she pressed her forehead into the wet clay and shook her nose before digging her cheek into the muck and tugging at her knees, the tightness at her ankles refusing to yield her feet back to her.

With clenched toes she rapidly flicked her foot from side to side as the crinkling touch flit across her sole, slipping around the far edge of her foot and wrapping over the side as it stroked along her smooth cliffside. Stabbing the toe of her boot into the mud, she stretched her neck away from her body while viscous waters oozed down the sides of her foot. With a crazed thrash, she thrust her chest forward, rocking back and forth, edging towards the black waters as she shot her head over her shoulder long enough to see the thin leaf that clung to her foot, rubbing up and down her defenseless arch. The vines constricted her further and she felt her weight sink into a groove she had formed in the earth. Alternating kicks with her ankles, she tried to roll from side to side to loop up the small incline, instead furthering her descension into the comfortable rut she furrowed into the small island.

The edges of the leaf, though serrated, carried a feather-like quality that fanned across her flesh as it stroked her. Gritting her teeth tightly, she fought off the bulbous mass of pent up laughter that drilled into her throat, a heat overtaking her nose and cheeks while the muscles of her face grew tenser than steel. Distantly, she heard something slap at the water. Her shoulder muscles tensed, and her neck froze. A suckling sensation bit into the ball of her foot and cold, sludge like fluids flowed between her toes. At once she clenched her fingers into her palms and shook her wrists while a shiver scribbled up her spine. Letting out a squeak of a groan, she felt herself stumble the word "eww," despite her gag garbling it into "mm-mmph." The leaf wiggled about for a moment, sticking to her flesh before running gentle caresses back and forth beneath her toes.

Clenching her teeth, she let out a shrill "eeeehehe," that slipped around the edges of her gag. Her toes gripped tightly into her foot, stealing a tiny section of themselves away, but the leaf darted past her defenses, brushing underneath then over top of them. The pointed edges swiped at her exposed toepads, kissing them gently before sliding down her toes and shirking away. Coughing out a screeching "Ahh!" she stretched her toes away, slapping the tops of both feet against the mud in unison. Behind her the mudpuddle splashed heartily as she thrashed with her hips, slapping her feet against it, her body contorting and writhing on the ground while she cursed her partner's zeal for a quick fortune.

A cloak of heat bore around her and the vines that squeezed her pulsed and throbbed as though they guzzled down a beverage. With a snort she imagined a fanged smile cultivated beneath the waves, assuming the monster quite enjoyed her useless struggles. Tugging with her biceps, she jousted at the sides of her prison with her elbows. What felt like a sigh rumbled through the plant, and it gripped tightly just below her shoulders, pushing her arms onto her back and into the leafy storm that hung over her.

The leaf that nibbled at her arch suddenly veered away and a burst of air exited her in relief. Within a moment the touch came again, this time stroking back and forth on its pointed edge. At once she felt her whole body tense up and quiver as the leaf walked up and down her sole, nibbling at her with a hundred tiny fangs. A long, creaking "eeeeee," whispered through her lips as her hands rattled against the cocoon, her toes waggling and flicking in tune with the conductor's baton that raked over her tightly wound wrinkles. As she contorted and pushed her wiggling feet away from the rest of her body, a small crack ran along her spine, offering vision of the deepening abyss growling within her.

Twisting her foot onto its inner side, the pace of her toes increased, and they broke rank from one another, rolling along like a wave as the swamp gently nuzzled her flesh into oblivion. Extending her knee so tightly she thought it might burst, her armored foot began to pound and quake while the sensations ate away at her. The sound of mud squishing and squelching echoed around her as her foot writhed about; underneath her bare flesh the water trickled away, the sticky clay slurping at her skin and sucking her back to cuddle with it each time she attempted to wiggle free. With an inopportune bat of her toes, she felt the soft, serrated edges suddenly slash beneath her nails, roiling a dust storm of emotion within her. Unabated by its unintentional attack, the leaf continued to waltz over top of her, swelling against the ball of her foot while her toes bucked out, then back in, swiping themselves against her adversary a second time. In a single motion she flicked her head to the left, drew her right hand upward and shoved her left hand downward. The crack along her spine groaned, and her body began to slowly crumble into two halves as she roared out a guffaw of
"Mmph-hmph-hmph-hhhhhhmph!"

As though the floodgates to a dam she didn't know existed had burst, she rolled back and forth, sputtering out spurious, elegant laughter that reverberated and chattered through the smoke around her. The rough and ragged sensations suddenly seemed to grow in scope, no longer serrating against her but blazing into her, their touch feeling like a crystalline silver that burned away the rest of the world. The caress was so light it felt as though ghosts ran their rags over top of her, willing her into fits of frenzied laughter that ached at her chest for release. Drawing her feet in, she shoved the tops of her bare toes into the slick mud which eagerly gobbled them up, squeezing between her skin and chomping away at the edges of her toepads.

Almost immediately she felt tiny, writhing sensations nip around and between her toes while a hundred miniscule tendrils drilled into them, simultaneously pinning them down while scratching against them. Throwing her head up, her chestnut hair formed a veil around her as she inhaled deeply and shrieked into the vine that cover her mouth. Bucking back and forth wildly, she tugged at her new bondage as it spent an equal amount of energy ignoring her maddened throes. The wicked things crawled all over her while pulling her toes apart from one another, allowing still more microscopic vines to invade the space between her toes, assaulting them from every angle with pokes and prods. It seemed as though the very earth gnawed upon her sacrosanct flesh, licking and biting at her with an unrequited vengeance for all the years she had trodden over it. With all of her might, she sent a convulsion through her heel that barely registered elsewhere, her foot now frozen in place so that even the skin of her foot barely budged. Despite utilizing every ounce of strength she could muster, the most she could do was send shadows of wrinkles wavering across her foot, her sole barely flinching at her commands. As though a diabolic concoction of searing spices were sprinkled across her foot, the sensations buzzing so loudly she thought she could hear them rattling within her skull. Her flesh fizzed with an overabundance of feelings that sparked against her mind, shaking it heartily.

The dark rift within her trembled and she felt herself fall into it, light spinning away from her as the yawning chasm gobbled her up. Though she could no longer see them, the vines continued to taunt and harass her foot, forcing her to laugh merrily as she catapulted towards her demise. Air rushed around her, the sound tearing at her ears as the light grew more and more distant, and then, just as suddenly, her body recoiled against the emptiness. A tightness wound around her, looping around her ankles before dragging her up. Huffing out a thankful blessing, she looked up, then froze as she saw the sinewy vine pulling her back into the light, towards reality. Her amber eyes went wide, and she thrust her head back towards the wicked depths, thrusting her shoulders towards it to no avail. Agitated at her transgression, the pointed ends of the vines skittered across her flesh with fury, compelling her to clench her teeth and attempt to withhold her maniacal laughter. Her voice spilled through her lips in a chittering “tssstssstssstsss” as she was hoisted upward, her poor sole wiggling defiantly against her captor. As she was pulled back to the world, she watched from above as the vines pushed her back together, stitching the abyss in her backside firmly shut.

Blinking, she felt a gentle weight brush against her boot, pushing the leather at her ankle against her skin. Her mind flared up, and she gasped, thumping into the earth and becoming all too aware of the world again just as she felt something scratch lightly at the bottom of her shoe. Wiggling in place, she smiled broadly and slapped her face onto her right cheek. With wild giggles plastering over her every thought, she pinched her eyes nearly shut and stilled her breath long enough to scrawl out a wispy, muzzled "mo." Another pawing touch came at the toe of her footwear and she shook her hips while furiously grinding out breath after breath. Pleading with the plant, she attempted to shout out a "Please no!", instead muffling a muted “mmm-mo!” while kicking at her knees and rifling her chin into the mud, spying down towards her the prison that garbed her foot. Clawing at the sodden earth with her armored toe, the ground slipped away suddenly, giving out beneath her, leaving her to watch as her boot slapped weakly against the watery clay. Another vine crawled from the water, snaking its way towards her footwear before pawing at the inner side of it, where the thick leather was sealed into the sole. Several vines scratched at the edges, tapping at them while slithering around it like a pack of wolves ready to strike. Clamping her eyes shut, she twisted her head around sharply and pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, letting out a hissing "tsssshshshsh" of nocturnal giggles.

The vine at the arch of her boot stabbed once, bouncing away before rebounding and stabbing again. A metallic tink resounded as it fell away, then another followed just as another vine struck Tink. The sound burrowed into her, taking root and gripping her heart. It came again, tink, choking at her chest as it rattled again and again. Tink, tink. The other vines began thrusting at her and she felt their long shadows spiral out through, creating a spiderweb of anticipation across her ribs. Clenching the toes into her inner sole, she squeezed out giggle after giggle, her shoulders spasming with each sound. Tink tink tink. Tink tink tink.

An unwelcome tightness grappled at the highest point of her arch and the pushing stabs became lopsided, wrangling heavily against her. Rustling sounds clawed at her as though a python rode along a sea of leaves and the tinking fell to two rapid volleys. A tight, tugging sensation wrestled with her, pulling her foot upward, and then a slow, horrendous shredding sound rang out as though a cloth was being torn apart thread by thread. The thick, sticky breath of the swamp spilled across her sole and a second tightness formed just above her heel, the ripping sound bellowing around her like a drowning whale. Clenching her toes tighter, she felt an ache run up her arch. Cool air lapped at her newly bared foot, and a thick per-plunk slumped past her. Pushing her shoulders against her neck, she snapped her eyes shut and grit her teeth.

Almost immediately the tips of the vines scraped against her sole, one on her arch, just above her heel, while another landed beneath her pinky toe. A third crawled between her big and longest toes, skittering from side to side and instilling a pathway of blessed agony in its wake. Shuddering with a shiver that rattled across her shoulders, she let out a high pitched "squeeh!" Her hands vibrated and she wiggled her fingers as the vines slowly heaved back, then oozed forward, greasing her foot with the slick slime that covered them. A violent spasm arced across her sole as the vines dug their leafy points into her flesh while wiggling their bodies over her. Banging her foot against the insides of her former champion, she twisted her spine and leapt up with a jolt.

The vines and leaves silently bent to their work, lubricating her skin with oily intentions while rubbing away any pretense of the facade that masked the true purpose of her feet. Digging her fingers into her hips, her body was forced to obey the cloud of craven madness that hung over her soles, the vines passionately nurturing her with sickly sweet promises that hissed against her flesh. As though she were a bucking pony, she rolled about, shaking her torso and thrashing her head against the ground while a whimsical "Yii!" burst inside the back of her throat. The vine slowly crawled over and around her toes, kissing at them while jiggling and twitching, the tiny leaves that comprised the stalks vibrating individually like a fluttering bat’s wings. As her fourth toe was consumed by the plague of the swamp, she rent the winding smoke away with a "Yiiiihihi," while the vine nuzzled up against her pinky toe.

The leaves slickly slid about over her other foot while the hundreds of vines that bound her toes nibbled away, sucking at and drinking them up as though they were a syrupy honey-wine. Images of her feet, incessantly harassed, flooded her world, a secretive pleasure oozing through her as she watched them writhe and tremble. A shock rolled through her and she contorted while letting out a sharp "Yii!" Lightning spiked through her mind and she heard her voice berate her for being so weak. Writhing again, she pulled up her knees and pushed her forehead and shoulders into the ground, crumpling slightly and whimpering out still another "Yiii!" The vines danced about, painting their whimsical portrait of what she could be onto her flesh while slithering around her heel, pinching it against her footwear.

Small vines spirited over the outer layer of her boot, wrapping around the stalks of her toes before burrowing into the thick leather that bound her to her former world. Taking in a sharp breath, she desperately wiggled her vulnerable feet in place, feeling the vines shake and quake with her as her sensitive flesh barely budged against her restraints. Forbidden from movement, she lashed out with her unbound large toe as it ducked and dodged the vines that attempted to reign it in. The lone toe flicked valiantly against the vine that threatened her, her skin merely scraping away without dislodging the beast. The buzzing, unbearable itch that grinded at her soles ignited up the back of her legs and left a frenzied warpath up her spine, forcing her whole body to tremble in tune with the fluctuations across her soles. Her forehead burned with sweat and her face grew a bright red as she desperately sought to distribute the emotions outward, yet all she could do was twist and let out a briery "Yiihihi!"

Finally, after ducking and dodging for several seconds, the braided texture of the vine glanced against her toe. As she tucked her toe backward in defense, the vine pounced, predicting her movement and finally binding her before evoking wrathful inscriptions into her now bound flesh. Her last defense stolen away from her, she sank into the ground, her golden eyes glossing over as she sat, quietly giggling while what little energy she retained spilled away from her. As her body drifted between this world and one comprised of delirious, ticklish agony, she peeled her upper eyelids and gazed upon the still, serene waters that bore her undoing. Just ahead of her and floating upon the water, the long end of the vine that lurched around her body rested, a single, green bulbous mass throbbing upon it. The very tips of the leaves that held it curled outward. Meanwhile, she felt her strength melting away, drifting listlessly into the steamy mists that slithered over the smooth, lifeless pool. An unbearable cloud of heat stood guard over her, draining her of her will to resist.

Sapped of her fortitude, she lay dormant, giggling intermittently as her soles were stroked and tilled, her once golden, fertile flesh robbed of its hitherto unknown bounties. Tears welled at her eyes while her lungs ached and burned, unable to further express the insanity that soaked into her feet even while the stormwaters rampaged worse than before, the vines and leaves more determined than ever to tame her soles into perpetual throes of agony. Though her body fell numb and her mind eclipsed to the heat that seemed to emanate from her soles, she found herself unable to look away from the budding flower before her. A bitter drop of vanilla irony dashed against her tongue as she looked upon the stark white petals that unfolded before her, recognizing it as the flower she and her comrade sought.

Crickets began to chirp from somewhere beyond the miasma, their oppressive song drowning out what little light beat through the fog and shadows. Miniscule icebergs flowed through her veins as her thoughts fell upon the predators lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moon to overthrow the sun’s reign. From somewhere out of sight she heard mud squelching, giving way to the horror she imagined would be her demise. The leaves nuzzled her toes and she feigned a scoff in place of a giggle as she mulled over laughing until her last breath. Feeling the light within her grow dark, she watched as the flower edged closer to her, the vine it sat upon surfing over the water then crawling across the island. It rolled up the slope, then down the divot she had fashioned for herself and rested just before her face. The length of vine at her mouth drifted away, tugging her chin down with it. A single petal of the flower danced onto her tongue, and the vine pushed her jaw shut.

The delicate leaf evaporated down her throat, leaving the sensation of a melting rainbow as it sifted down her chest. Inhaling sharply, she felt her body bloom to life, her muscles lush with sparkling, restless energy. For a moment a pleasant warmth snuggled against her heart, wafting through her like jasmine incense, invigorating her with its emerald fragrance. A glittering light bounced off the multifaceted smoke that churned through her and a great wall of heat began to bore into her.

An inferno of ticklish agony screamed against her, igniting across her soles as her captor began to stroke her feet with renewed fervor. At once she leapt in place, more than happily letting out a shrieking “Yiiiahh!” through her now unbound mouth. Thrashing her forehead from side to side while she drilled an indent into the mud with her chin, she beat out at the sides of her cage with her knees and elbows, feeling it tighten with each passing movement. Even her hair conspired against her, soaking in the foul murk from beneath her, joining its ranks and chaining her head low to to the ground, restricting her movements. The tendrils pulsed and gobbled at her while terrorizing her toes with a private affliction that seemed destined just for her. Rending the air with a “Yiihii!” of a yelp, she rolled about, soaking in the overabundance of sensations that rained upon her soles as the leaves flicked up and down with their gentle caresses and the vines writhed on top of and between her toes.

A remote and muffled voice called to her. Gasping out a sob, she sniffled and looked up, her companion standing above her with crossed arms. Leaning down, she ran her fingers over the white petals of the flower without a word. Spluttering and half sobbing, she yipped out “plehehe—yii!” before rolling onto her side, her feet remaining face up before the many adversaries that tormented her.

Standing up, her comrade shook her head and turned away, walking towards her feet. Quick, raspy inhales simulated a sobbing sound as she thanked the stars above that she was found. Then her comrade's coarse voice, like water running over gravel, beckoned her. “The flower grows on these plants,” she said, alternating taps of her index and middle finger on either side of her pointed chin “and it only seems to bloom under the right conditions.” Gravity fell away from her, and she sensed her body lift serenely off the ground, the vines latching onto her and digging into her more furiously than before. Squealing shrilly at the sudden attack, she felt the vines at her feet tug away and through that brief window of clarity she looked up, blinking at the few brazen rays of sunlight that pierced the gloom, melting it and beating it back. Just as she let out a sigh of relief, soaking in the silence that splotched her soles, her legs plopped downward, and her toes surfed over the oily surface of water.

With a gulp she spun her head around, her eyes wide and depraved as she looked upon her comrade, watching her as she stepped away and sat upon the ground. The water splashed violently, the waves reaching high into the air as a massive stalk comprised of twenty or thirty vines shot through the cascading water and towards her soles. Around her time slowed, and she felt thoughts whizz through her mind at a crazed pace as the vines weaved through the air towards her. A warm wash of giddiness tingled within her chest while a brisk whiff of nauseating fear at the mere thought of enjoying her captivity ached within her. She envisioned herself at the mercy of the vines as wiggled about, smiling secretly with forbidden pleasure while the ghostly memories of their touch rang against her bare feet. Taking in a series of ragged breaths, she felt her eyelids sag against her eyes while the image of her naked soles dangled before her. Drawing in quick, sharp breaths, she gazed upon them, a golden aura emanating from those perfect, heart shaped avatars of beauty. An intense lust to see them tormented for their splendid nature, for being so vulnerable and excruciatingly sensitive, beat at her chest. Perhaps, she thought to herself as her eyes darted to her comrade before skipping back to the vines, perhaps Traitor’s Swamp suited the quagmire perfectly.

Hours of torturous agony at what awaited her, of what she felt herself craving unnaturally, seemed to suddenly pass in a heartbeat. Of its own accord, she felt her mouth rend out “Please!” just before her feet were completely shrouded by the plant, the vines wrapping around them tightly with their rope-like appendages. At once her skin grow white hot, the heat searing her like the sun. It felt like the light of creation spun across her soles, the sensations blazing so hotly that her eyes fell before a white screen, completely blinded by the amazing sensations that now soared through her. Opening her mouth, she loudly yipped and yelped a long “Eeeyyiiiii!” as her feet were entirely consumed by the vines, each one wiggling and prodding at her flesh in its own selfish way, desperately vying for her attention. The feeling of pristine tickling, purer than a crystalline spring, rolled through her like a forbidden fog, fusing with her and evaporating her desire to resist like color abandoning the ebony sky at the sun’s departure.

All around her writhing body, little white flowers began to blossom. Her comrade looked upon her and whistled before commenting, “We're going to make a killing.” Letting out a cackling howl that sent ripples along the waters, she shrieked with an otherworldly madness that eclipsed her sense of the world around her, allowing her to focus on the emotions that bubbled and boiled inside of her. The aura of heat that sung across her swelled, and she felt the vines let out a satisfied sigh while the incessant buzzing that spread through every single bit of flesh on her feet began to reverberate within her chest, blasting her lungs and heart with the selfsame sense of wonder.

Feeling her muscles grow loose, another petal slipped through her lips, sending shockwaves of energy and igniting the fiery, nightmarish winds of the nether realms that lapped against her feet into even greater fury. The world around her began to twist and spiral away, and her body began to sink into a vortex in the earth. Drawing in the cool mists, she anchored herself to the world while her head swayed back and forth, crazed delirium overtaking her lips. Her body let out wild, sharp stabs of laughter that strummed along with the symphony of crickets. Struggling to focus her swirling vision, she watched a pair of hands appear before her, carefully scooping around the petals of a flower and plucking it away. Her eyelids grew stiff as a sinewy bulb spun into existence where the flower had been, the edges of its leaves slowly curling open to reveal their stark white interiors.

Thudding her forehead back into the ground, she brought her shoulders inward and curled her back upward, a tingling bliss of scarlet starlight poking through her breast as a wickedly selfish thought swept across her. For a brief moment, before she dashed the thought away and before she fell through the void, her body finally liberated of her mind, she heard herself muse upon how wonderful it could be to enjoy this private hell forever. Scrawling out a shriveled “Yiiweeheheee!” the world flushed away into the steaming mists and she felt herself drifting nonchalantly towards an ever-growing gateway of eternal, ferocious pleasure. The light beyond the gilded gate soaked through her, streaking and staining her with uncompromising exhilaration that flared against her skin, stretching across her. Tight streams of gratification bit sharply into her as she faded away into the resplendence.
 
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