MP: 95/100
You thrash in a desperate attempt to free yourself of the vines. The plant boy laughs harder, and with a single flick of his wrist you feel the plants tighten around you, and two new stems grow around your head, immobilizing it. (-5 MP)
"No fighting, no fighting! I won already!" He complains, with a mix of confusion and anger. Still, you continue to push against the vines as much as you can. The plant boy smashed one of his massive feet right on your face. The impact was dry, the sole was covered in soft dirt and wet with sweat, giving off an awful, intoxicating stench. (-20 MP)
He raises his feet, then slams it back down again! You see it coming this time, and avoid inhaling the smell, but it still somehow finds its way up your nostrils (-10 MP)
The plant boy starts rubbing the foot up and down, covering your face with grime and dirt. (-5 MP) He throws his head back as he cackles, confident in your imminent submission. But he's careless, and you feel his grip loosen.
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