Jungle Rhythm "It's not like you want to be here, is it?" Amy asked in a stern, unmovable tone. "How can you despise the jungle? It's a paradise."Jungle Rhythm by Dr-Blackshire
"Not sure how you can want to be here, it's smelly, hot and my clothes are sticking uncomfortably to my skin," replied a silver-haired girl in earnest, her tattoos distracting the towering blonde from a hanging vine, which then proceeded to coil itself around her throat.
"Uhk!" she choked.
"Oh, look at you two, what a…cute couple."
The vine constricted Amy's throat, and every time she dared move it would tighten, restricting her airways. Soon her face began to turn a dark shade of red, blood rushing to her skin as the oxygen was forced from her lungs.
"Ukk! G-get this plant off m-me!"
Annabel brushed her metallic hair to the side and smiled. "Not much of a paradise after all, hmm?"