Pious would get into serious trouble if something withered or if anything broke in the greenhouse; all because an intruder, even one as small as you, got in and wrecked something in its watch. But Pious knew better than that, and this little intruder was about to learn it, by experience.
It tightened its vine's grasp on the pest that was now struggling to keep its body from getting crushed and trying very futily to free itself. It was quite amusing: the only thing it could do was flail its lower limbs about desperately and hitting Pious's vine with its free upper limb, which was barely felt at all. Then it stopped moving altogether, though it wasn't dead yet.
Ready to finish it off and resume its post (or guard charade of a rest), Pious tightened its grip one more time to crush the pest one last time, when..
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-"Something this cute can't be.. were your thoughts before -"CTCHAAAAACK"-, the air was squeezed out of your lungs. The big Pokemon squeezed harder upon you; if before it felt like it was trying to kill you, now you're sure of it. Looking back to the Pokemon in the eye, the only look that it gave back was an indifferent one. So indifferent in fact, it didn't even seem to make any sound; the chirping of the birds outside and little more echoed through the place, yet your captor made not a sound.
As the vine that wrapped your body began constricting more and more, you felt as everything in your body tried accomodating itself in response, then as if it tried to evacuate itself. Desperately you struggled to free yourself from this creature-to-monster Pokemon by any means possible; which in your case was limited to flailing your legs and using your free arm to hit it in the vine. Sure, it didn't work before, but it's not like there's anything else at this point..Or...
Looking back to its face to reestablish eye contact, now it seemed to express an emotion, yet not one to favor your situation. Its eyes now had a threatening feel on them, not downright menacing or malicious but pretty frightening; its mouth formed a thin grin on its face, as if savoring the suffering it puts you through. -"STOP!"- -"DON'T DO THIS!!"- -"PLEASE STOP THIS!!!"-. These are the things that you think to say, if this Pokemon is any kind of trained (or at least, domesticated), it should realize it's mistake in killing you and respond accordingly, however a Pokemon finding a person your size should react. But then, -"S...Do...P..."- are the only things that you can say between gasping for the little air you can get and getting your whole self a toothpaste tube treatment.
After a few seconds of this you can't take anymore, your arms and legs don't respond anymore, and you can taste blood in your mouth. The rest of your body was either in full pain or completely numb, and your head was about top op out.
-"Thissss. It."- Was the last thought in your head before..
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