Mary Andrea stumbles through the exit

Mary Andrea ran headlong through the ghastly labyrinth of mirrors. She had no more fun at all, and wondered whether she would ever get free again.

She held both arms out protectively in front of her, bumping into an invisible wall every few steps and being **** to change direction. She had long since lost track of front, back, left and right. If she was lucky, she could still tell up from down.

The most terrifying thing was that she was apparently unable to get away from the young man who was looking at her from every conceivable angle of the mirrored hall. He was still only wearing his Adam's costume and it was more than obvious what great pleasure it gave him to pursue the nun with the uncovered buttocks. Even though Mary Andrea, as a chaste nun, had no experience of such things and she was careful not to look at him below the waist, it was impossible not to notice certain outstanding changes in him.

He, on the other hand, only seemed to be interested in the region below her waistline, especially from behind.

It was completely inexplicable and unpredictable for the fugitive as to when she passed a mirror image of the guy and when he ambushed her in person. Again and again, his flat hand slapped her unprotected cheeks as she ran past. Soon her bottom was burning like fire and glowing as red as a car's brake light. With each blow she only let out a short "Ouch!", she had no breath left to complain.

And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, she stumbled out into the open. Blinded by the bright sunlight, she shielded her eyes. Oddly, she hadn't even noticed that she had stepped through a door. Nor had anything in the countless, confusing illusions given her even a hint that she had found an exit. Astonished, she turned around. The strange thing was that she found herself in front of a solid blue wooden wall. No door, no sign of a passage or any other opening. Suspiciously, she touched the boards to see if they could be moved or pushed away to reveal a hidden doorway. She no longer even ruled out the possibility that the wall in front of her might disappear into thin air.

Gradually, the shouts and whistles behind her back filtered into her consciousness.

"Yiek!"

She whirled around and reflexively slapped her hands on her seat to hide it from unruly glances. Ouch! She immediately realized the mistake, her burning backside was sensitive to any touch.

Numerous passers-by and bystanders looked in her direction, grinning, jeering and gesticulating. Heat rose to her face, which soon glowed as red as the other side.

She gathered her ruined skirts behind her and crept foot by foot in a crab walk to the side to escape the onlookers.