Mud Thing keeps Nena

Somewhere in the bizarre black jungle..several  midnights later..

Nena has bee been tied to the ancient X pole for sometime. For days and nights she'd been the witch's captive to play with. She wasn't never harmed to her surprise and shock. The witch would shrink her to Barbie doll size and use her as her personal play thing.
 But not tonight...
She loosens her bonds and she swears she hears the witches shireks then silence from her hut. Already she dreaded this part of the strange black jungle and just wanted to get out. In the moonlight she swears she sees varied shadows of dinos long since extinct. She has no idea of what's come as she drops her and passes out again. The witch has drugged her...

A few hours later...
She feels a familiar large hand keeping her anchored on a small lizard steed. As she stirs awake she murmurs "What happened."
 "Your now mind my sexy human Nena," Mud Thing declares.
  His cool grip upon her bare flesh makes her shiver in fear as she gazes blankly at the surreal black jungle.
 "I killed the witch," Mud Thing declares.
"Well since you have me,you can keep me," Nena concedes. The strange surreal roars of monsters unknown send slight shivers down Nena's spine. With her wrists bound behind her bare sling camo bikini back and now her ankles bound. She didn't have much choice to surrender to him. Skull Island has taken some Halloween like eeriness about it but not enough to chill her. She knows she sees in a small fraction of land of a larger island off any of the cruising and cargo routes upon the South Pacific.
Nena welcomes Mud Thing kiss on her cheek. She can only guess what other surreal life forms exists her that would want her for thier bidding.
"Where are we going my great one," She muses.
 "Some place where we can't be found."
 "I doubt that," Nena counters as she feels the cool moonrays on her pronounced buxem hardbod. Her eyes dance couriously around as they dark glossy plain and she feels the wind blow against her cheek. She sees the vast openness of the strange savannah which reminds her that the island feels so unearthy almost alien.
"I'm another world," Nena murmurs as she feels Mud Thing powerful fingers play with her beautiful brown hair. An overwhelming sense helplessness now conquers her.