However, I didn't have more than a moment to be grateful. As soon as the top of the net closed around me, I immediately called on my wrist blades to cut a hole in the ropes. The ropes appeared to be made of a thick, organic material the width of my wrists. I thought that it was similar to the vines that pulled me across the jungle, but at the same time, they weren't smooth enough. Whatever it was made out of, it wasn't that easy to cut through, even for blades as sharp as mine. However, I wasn't going to wait around for whoever set this neat little trap up.
They clearly expected for something to be falling out of the upper canopies with how they had the net set up, and I didn't think that it was especially for me. No one knew I was here, nor could they guarantee the exact fucked up situation that brought me here to this moment. Which meant that I was screwed from both sides.
