Explore the Floor

You push against the door and find it locked. However, you have a hairpin and it’s a cheap low tech lock. You fidget with it for a bit.

Finally, you decide to give up. You give it one more bash with your shoulder and to your surprise it creaks open.

You step into what looks like a relaxing indoor atrium.

A large gnarled tree sits in the center. Seed pods that look vaguely like elongated eggplants hang off the branches. The tree has few leaves and they look unhealthy.

This seems like a good time to rest and contemplate your escape. You sit leaning against the trunk of the tree. The smell of pollen in the air is sweet and the room is serene. You drift off to sleep.

You wake up feeling groggy. You look down at your fingernails and they are sharp and painted a metallic green. You realize you are naked. You feel your breasts. They feel large and heavy.

As you stand you feel a presence in your mind. It’s both strange and comforting. It takes you a moment to realize it’s the tree. The tree is ancient and hundreds of thousands, maybe Millions of years old. You touch it and feel it’s pain. It’s been growing in hell for long, so long.

You smile. Your tree is here now. You look down at the trunk and see the back of a sleeping girl.

You feel your tree’s desire to be watered and fed. You flex your razor sharp nails. All you need to do is kill the foolish intruder.