The Anaconda's stifling squeeze has Zula completely locked up. She can feel her thick shoulders wedged tightly in place unable to wiggle free. With one free hand she desperately scrapes at the edge of her spear but it's not enough. The forceful coils begin to hoist her upwards beginning their slow and methodical constriction around her body..
Zula is trying to find an opening to escape.. but as the coils pile around her, has she left it too late?
RiderG12
2023-04-19 15:59:03 +0000 UTC