“No, no, no, no, no, no,” I repeat as my right arm snaps and stretches out. I had stopped holding my right hand to look at my foot. The moment I did this and stopped pulling, the branches overpower me. My right hand is yanked forward as it is forced to go with the vine wrapped around it. With my foot stuck, I don’t have the leverage I once did because I can no longer move. This lets the vine pull back all the way, becoming tight as possible.
Stunned as I stand here, I try not to think of just how much trouble I am in. You see, my right arm is stretched out up and to the side thanks to the vine. It’s pulling hard, making my entire body want to follow. Problem is that my right foot is still stuck. In short, my right foot and arm are trapped, making it almost look like I’m trying to do some sort of half-spread eagle pose.
Shit. What do I do? If someone comes I guess I could use my free hand to cover my breasts and then move my left leg to try and cover my lady parts. It’s the only thing I can think because there’s no way I’m getting my foot free at the moment. I’ve repeatedly tries to step out, but no luck. I’ve even tried to use my free hand to help, but there’s nothing to hold on to in an attempt to get leverage. And there’s no way I’ll be able to pull those branches without my entire body.
“No, I refuse to accept this!” I announce out loud, even if I’m the only one that will hear it. With all my might, I pull my trapped arm and lean to the side in a desperate attempt to break free. As I do this, I let out a screaming grunt as I expend a great deal of energy.
I’m able to pull my hand all the way to my chest. This gives me hope as I bet if I pull it enough, the vine will snap. Then I’ll be able to use both hands to get my foot free. This hope makes me pull even harder.
“Oh,” I say as I hear a very bad sound. It’s the sound of wood cracking/snapping. Very much like the sound of an overhead branch starting to break. Since I am in the middle of a bunch of trees, that’s a very scary sound.
The sound is so troubling that I stop moving. I keep my muscles tense as I stand still, not wanting to find what the noise means. But even as I stand still, the cracking sound keeps going. It actually gets louder and faster.
“Oh, come on!” I cry out as I look up right in time to see a rather large branch snap. The branch snaps off where it swings at the broken point for just a moment. The branch is very large, being much longer than my entire body even if I laid down. Plus, it looks heavy as at the base the branch is half the size of my waist.
I let out a scream as it breaks off completely and heads downward, right for me. My free hand goes up and over my head in an attempt to protect me from the branch, which is laughable. But it’s the only thing I can do as I’m trapped. My body tenses and I even bend in hopes that it will make the large thing miss me.
It falls down, where I’m smacked all over with small thin branches which has tons of leaves. Repeatedly these smack and run down my body as it crashes. This makes me scream again where I’m sure I’m a goner. That the branch is going to crush me at any moment.
But it doesn’t. I hear the heavy branch hit the ground, but it barely touches me. In fact none of the actually wood part touches me, just the small thin branches. It’s a miracle. The small branches whipped against me but nothing hit my head nor did anything pierce/impale me. The huge thing missed me.
Opening my eyes, I look to my side. When I do, I see the huge branch to my side, where one end is touching me. Well, more like engulfing me as half of my body is engulfed with all the small branches and leaves.
“Oh, thank goodness,” I say as I’m filled with relief. I thought for sure my life was over. That the end was here for me, and I was going to die naked. What a break!
I then move my left hand to wipe the terrified sweat off my brow…to find I can’t move that hand. Confused, I look at my left hand to see something that my brain can’t seem to handle. Much like when I found that I was naked, my brain seems unable to comprehend what I’m seeing.
My left arm is extended out and downward. And I see that my wrist is wedged at a Y intersection of one of the branches that sticks off the fallen branch. This smaller branch goes upward where my wrist looks to be resting tightly in the Y part. Only a couple of inches down my arm, there’s another Y intersection but this one above my arm coming down.
I pull on my left hand but it’s stuck. Stuck between those two smaller branches. I keep on pulling my hand, mainly because I don’t see how in the world this could have happened. It doesn’t seem possible in a physical sense. If anything, my arm should have been ripped off by this, not perfectly trapped. In fact, I don’t see anyway for this to have physically happened at all.
“The Pond,” I groan, realizing what is happening. With this knowledge, I stare forward as I should have known. I’m completely naked and now helpless to stop people from looking at me. Some may say this is some horrid punishment, but I know tons of my fellow college students would call this a hilarious prank. A great trick, or so they would say.
And as if I needed any more proof, I look down at my left foot to see that it’s trapped too. The fallen branch has wrapped around my ankle, like magic. It too looks like it couldn’t have happened as it breaks the laws of physics, but it doesn’t change my situation. I don’t even try to lift or slide my foot out of the near “O” shaped section of branch because I know I won’t be able to. I’m trapped.