Bab 178: Queen Mother's Murderer

{Music recommendation; Runaway by Peter Baert}

"What are you..?..!! Haa..!!!" Nichole tried to speak in-between his choking, disbelief and shock painting his visage at the sudden ominous change in her once panicked demeanor. He hastily struggled to free his throat from the harshness of the vines embrace, but they felt indestructible. When she took a step forward, he moved back, but the vines got tighter, and he could feel the pressure from the vines turning his face red as he was unable to free himself or call out for help.