Although you are already trapped by the black slime-rain, it continues pouring down nonetheless, adding to the mass of the cocoon.
Enough of the rain had fallen upon you that the slime had enough power to overpower your muscles completely, at which point it forces your legs and arms to collapse together, making you fall to the now-sticky forest floor.
The sentient slime now had it where it wanted you: stuck, on your back, and covered from your feet all the way to your mouth in its gluey grip.
It was somehow intelligent enough that it knew where you still had to breath, which was your nose.
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