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“T-terry? That’s not funny!”

A loud hiss suddenly filled the air, causing Rebecca to jump back startled.

…What if he is hurt? Dad did find snakes down there last winter. Maybe there are more down there and one bit him!

Rebecca cautiously began heading down the flight of steps, the rattling getting progressively louder as she did so.

H-h-how many snakes are down there? “Terry? Say something if you can hear me!”

When Rebecca was at the bottom of the staircase, the sound of rattling was deafening; it was as if there were hundreds of snakes lurking in the darkness. Fear began to blossom in her heart. I-I c-can’t stand s-s-s-s-snakes. I need to c-call someone to h-help. But as she turned to leave, the door slammed shut on its own, the inky black of the basement swallowing her whole. Immediately, the hissing noise from before began to fill the air once again.

Panic filled Rebecca as she ran for where the light switch was. She desperately tried not to think about snakes as she groped desperately for her salvation. Finally, her fingers managed to flip on the switch and the basement was bathed in an eerie light. It was then that Rebecca saw something so unreal it didn’t register in her brain for several moments.

A white, truck-sized flower bulb sat in the middle of her basement. Hundreds of green tentacles grew from it, wriggling along the ground like giant worms, several of the errant vines growing through the floor, walls, and ceiling. Some had even found their way toward the heater, the only source of warmth in the otherwise frigid basement. …I guess that’s why we had such a high heat bill last month, Rebecca thought crazily.

And then she saw her eleven-year-old brother.

Terry, naked as the day he was born, hung in midair as several vines ravaged him. The ones wrapped around his chest kept him in the air while four others bound his arms and legs. Another tentacle, as thick as his forearm, pumped in and out of his cute little ass while a large flower-tipped vine sucked at his dick. With his long, light-brown hair covering his vacant eyes, the only sign that the boy was still alive were the pitiful moans of forced pleasure.

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