1.
Lycoris' Delights unexpectedly increased in popularity. Lots of people in the city have become addicted to renting films. There were wild rumours that when you watch her movies, it feels like you're actually in the films -- just like virtual reality. A client thought she was having an erotic dream where a slimy monster raped her in the bathtub, and she loved it.
2.
It was a Saturday morning, and Lycoris' Delights had several customers in. Lycoris was wearing a pair of black sunglasses that matched her dress, and cut her red hair short.
One woman cop came into the shop: She is called Erin Mills, and was in her late twenties. She was five foot five, had moonlight eyes and midnight blue hair.
Erin moved towards Lycoris. "Pardon me; I would like to rent a film, please."
Lycoris spoke, "Sure, Officer, what sort of film are you after?"
Erin said, "Yes, I want a film about killer plants, please."
Lycoris grinned. She reached under the counter and placed a VHS film on top. "You'll love this one, Officer -- it's about an evil witch who curses a woman's garden."
Erin grabbed the case in her left hand and looked right at it. The film was called The Lusty Garden -- and it showed a woman getting seduced by vines.
Erin looked up with a smile. "How much do you charge to rent, please?"
"Three pounds," said Lycoris. "If that is alright?"
"Of course, it's a steal!" Erin searched her purse and handed the money.
Lycoris processed the transaction. "I hope you enjoy every second."
Erin nodded a thank you before leaving the rental store in high spirits.
3.
When Erin came home, she slipped off her uniform, put on her grey jogging pants and a loose shirt. She was excited about watching that horror film.
Erin closed the curtains in her living room and put the videotape into the player. She lay down on her sky blue sofa and made sure she was in a comfortable seating position.
Using her remote control, Erin started the movie and was prepared to be delighted.
The film started in a stereotypical American suburban neighbourhood. There was menacing music and the opening credits were superb.
About half an hour after the beginning of the film, the terrible rape scene began. The main woman -- a redhead with big breasts in a nightgown -- had gone into her garden, after having heard a noise. It was at night, and there was a thick mist which had covered the night air. The busty woman asked if there was anyone there and got no reply. As she went home, she fell to the ground and realized that the vines tied around her ankles. She screamed when an army of vines grabbed her and undressed her and pinned her down.
Eric's eyelids suddenly felt heavy. She wanted to stay awake -- for the rape scene of the film -- but she couldn't. She lay down and passed out.
Her body sank deeper and deeper into the couch, and she got engulfed.
4.
As Erin opened her eyes, she was standing in a yard. Still, it was not her garden -- the grass had overgrown, and it's covered with thick fog.
Erin was standing there with her arms folded across her breasts.
She said, "Hello is anyone here?"
Erin silenced a gasp with her hand. She overheard a demonic grunt in the mist.
"I'm, I'm warning you," Erin stammered. "I'm a cop! I can fight!"
She screamed as many vines and roots rose from the ground.
The vines and roots were like tentacles surrounding Erin.
Several roots knotted around her wrists tightly, and forced her arms down.
Erin pulled and pulled. Dread rose in her chest. She screamed out loud. She watched with terror as many vines made their way into the sleeves of her shirt. Her legs kicked into high gear -- but she failed to run away from the possessed garden.
The army of vines went up her shirt, dug into the fabric and ripped her T-shirt off.
Erin was now topless. She wailed at the top of her voice. Her arms rebelled impulsively against her bonds -- hoping to cover her exposed breasts -- but her efforts were unfruitful.
Following this, many vines woven into the fabric of Erin's jogging pants.
Erin looked down, and she shook her head in objection.
The vines tore off her sweatpants and dragged the remains away into the darkness.
Erin's face reddened. Her black lace panties were visible. She shut her legs tight.
Various vines weave the fabric of Erin's socks. They tore her tattered socks to reveal her beautiful bare feet and took the remnants of her socks with them.
Erin stood upright on unsteady legs. Her bare feet touched the soft grass. She watched in alarm as many vines dug into her silk panties and ripped them off.
She opened her mouth and gave way to wheezing.
Erin was completely bare and helpless.
Two thick roots slithered across the ground, and they tied tightly around her ankles.
Erin's legs got pulled hard, and she fell on her back. She gazed around her and saw nothing but the thick fog around her. She hurriedly sat up. Not only that, but she hysterically tried to unravel the twin knot tree root on her left ankle. She felt the root on her left wrist pull.
Erin fought against its force with a scowl on her face, but she got overpowered -- causing her to screech and lie down. Her left arm was now forced aside.
Erin attempted to use her right hand to untie the root -- while she was pulling her left arm and her left hand was forming a fist. She felt many roots tie up her left arm and pin it to the ground. Many vines tied around Erin's fingers and thumb, forcing her hand open.
Erin knew it was impossible to free her left arm. She used her right hand to cover her boobs. She groaned with terror when she felt the root of the tree on her right wrist, pulling her arm with a violent force. Her right arm got forced to the side, and she cried loudly.
Many vines attached themselves around Erin's fingers and thumb, forcing her hand open.
Erin's arms felt completely immobilised, but she resisted the attack.
A large root tied around her neck, which soon forced her head backwards.
Despairingly, Erin looked up a little, as she felt her legs being pulled wide apart.
She watched helplessly as she felt many tree roots carefully coiling her shapely legs and thighs. The roots had her legs completely pinned down.
