Roots began to wrap themselves tightly around Nick's ankles. As he struggled with his feet, more and more roots started rise from the earth. They curled around his legs like hungry snakes. The spread up his legs and in one swift motion, yanked the young thief to the ground.
The second his back hit the earth, more roots broke through the dirt and wrapped tightly around his arms, chest, and torso. He struggled with all his might against the wild plantation. In seconds, every inch of Nick below his neck was twisted and wounded in a mess of roots and vines.
Nick heard the steady rythm of foot steps and looking up from his bound position, he could see the old lady of the cottage.
"My, my. Who do we have here? A trespasser? We can't have that." she said before pulling a vial out and forcing the concoction down the boy's throat.
Nick started to cough and hack at the bitter taste. He felt a tinkling in his body.