A Honey Trap

Almost as soon as she ran through the door, Rocketgirl felt something slick and sticky underfoot. As she picked up her feet, they made a sticky peeling sound. Gradually the sticky material grew in depth, covering her entire foot with each footfall. The semiliquid substance stuck to her feet, gently resisting her momentum so that raising her feet became just a little harder every time.

This all happened in complete darkness so Rocketgirl could only speculate what was happening. But soon she felt a small drop of something on her face, followed by three more drops in quick succession. There was a faintly sweet smell to the sticky substance that had fallen on her face.

Then a thick syrupy mass drizzled on her hair from above. She looked up and got some right to the eyes. Temporarily blinded and eyes stinging, she closed her eyelids and immediately realized her error: now the sticky substance made it too hard to open her eyes. She ran along a few more steps, then stumbled and fell face first into a puddle of the sweet, sticky liquid.

It crept into her open mouth and that instantly confirmed her suspicion. This was honey. A room full of honey.

As a river of honey slowly descended on her from above, Rocketgirl pushed herself off the ground, now getting honey on her arms and hands as well. The pour from the ceiling had thickened dramatically since she went down. Now great globs of honey were descending in thick streams at seemingly random points throughout the room. The sickly sweet stench of honey hung in the atmosphere.

No longer able to run, Rocketgirl trudged heavily through the thickening honey, one leg sinking knee deep in honey before she had the leverage to slowly pull the other out again.

Then powerful jets of honey blasted her from the sides and obliterated any hope she had that some skin might remain unexposed to the stuff. She'd managed to clear it from her eyes, but she had to squint now to prevent more dripping in as it fell from her eyebrows to her cheeks.

After a while, the jets stopped. As she moved forward, the thick morass of honey on the floor eased back to a foot, then a few inches. The ceiling cleared up.

Covered head to toe in honey, Rocketgirl slowly walked forward. The honey weighed her down so she couldn't move any faster. She looked like a monster from an old movie.

At last the floor was clear of honey. Rocketgirl paused, trying to think of what to do next.

Just in front of her on the floor, a giant television screen lit up. It displayed Ms Jensen's smiling face. "My, my, my, Rocketgirl! I didn't know you had a sweet tooth. You look good enough to eat!"

The televised Ms Jensen opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Her tongue descended to just beneath Rocketgirl's honey-coated feet. As Ms Jensen withdrew her tongue, Rocketgirl was astonished to find the floor moving along with the image of her tongue.

Riding Ms Jensen's televised tongue, Rocketgirl couldn't prevent herself from being pulled into the televised Ms Jensen's open mouth.

Which was a big hole in the floor.

With the floor suddenly literally pulled out from under her, Rocketgirl fell into...