Symbiotic sex plant

They drag me violently through the white halls of some building, their hands bruising my poor arms. I guess it might be partly my own fault, the bruising I mean, since I am trying to groin the two men as they heft me through the hall and into a room that has two sets of pressurized doors. They throw me on the floor, and I fire a wad of spit onto one of their boots. Baring his teeth, he raises his hand to backhand me across the face, but a speaker in the corner of the room crackles to life just in time.

“Enough. Please secure the prisoner and leave the room.”

The man looks at me with hatred in his eyes, then none too gently lifts me onto a table, restraining my arms and legs with belts. Before he leaves however, he grabs my breast roughly, then rips my shirt off, tearing it into pieces, then leaves through the door.

“You little pecker!!!” I scream after him. “Come back and fight like a man, you bitch!” I throw myself against the tight Velcro belts, but they don’t budge. The door opens again, but this time a man in a white doctors gown, the tail of which flows out behind him like a cape. Behind him appear to be two lap assistants.

“I hope I find you in good condition Kit,” smiles the man. “It would be a shame if you were to die, I hope to exercise many new ideas on you before you break. Do you still refuse to give us the information”

I answer with the most ferocious scream I can manage, my hair falling over my face as spittle flies from my mouth. The doctor is standing at a safe distance from my fit.

“Good, very good. The first I want to try I think is my favorite.” He lifts up a tiny black seed, and one of the lab assistants rotates the table until I’m standing up. Then both assistants take a long rope from both walls to my right and left, and attach them to the cuffs on my wrists. After cranking them so tight that I’m nearly on my toes, they undo all the other restraints. I look down and see that I’m standing in a large patch of rich, soft, dark soil. Looking back up at the doctor I bark out a laugh.

“What are you going to do Eh Force me to watch grass grow” I laugh and dance on the ropes, yanking hard on them.

“No,” he answers, and smiling broadly tosses the black seed onto the soil.