Make a break for it!

Deciding there's no future in this vision of hell, you decide to break for the border. Pulling out a small knife you've concealed in your boots, you lash out at the tentacles attacking you. As if alarmed, the tendrils withdrew and seizing your opportunity, you dash for the exit. The slimy floors of the chambers offer little in the way of grip as you clumsily evade flailing tentacles semi-nude, stabbing and slashing your way through the tendrils that get too close for comfort. Despite this, when you reach the hatch, your clothes are mostly ripped to shreds and you're covered in the plant's slime. Gingerly, you reach for the door handle.....