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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖘 against her plant bindings, trying to use her her hands to yank the vine from her mouth.
The vines remained rooted in place, refusing to loosen their grip on Primrose. Instead, more appeared, wrapping around her wrists so tightly they cut off her circulation. The gag around her mouth thickened, leaving her completely incapacitated.
Primrose's eyes scanned the room in search of anything that could possibly help her break free from the confining vines. And there it was, a sharp edge sticking out from the counter's edge.
As stealthily as she could, she inched her way towards it, making sure not to draw too much attention from the vines. They were still too preoccupied with restraining her legs and torso.
