Stretched out upon the rough slab, his lion's tooth necklace, bronze armbands and dagger sheath accentuating his nudity. The potion still had sufficient hold on him that he was unable to break these clinging, inexplicably living, bonds. He found himself once again face up on the altar his arms painfully stretched up and back down the sides of the altar, his heaving pectorals forced upwards, his legs pulled to the corners of the slab. Two more around his ankles yanked him off of his feet. Something was wrong! Whip like the vine wrapped around his thick wrist and bulging forearm, his other arm snapped backward trapped in the same manner by a vine that seemed to appear from nowhere.
Tarzan spied a vine out of the corner of his eye, he could swing down to destroy his enemy, as he reached for it, it seemed to reach back to him. He began to chant a spell he hoped was strong enough. Tarzan's movements were still slightly slowed. Because of his greedy minions he would not only lose this Adonis, but probably his life as well. Struggling to a crouching position, the desperate witchdoctor's mind raced.