Escape to Safety!

You've waited a few minutes. If you wait much longer, Erica or whoever might come in and use the bathroom. No, now is the time to move with action, to move with purpose. You put your phone in your pants and pull them up, firmly fastening them. You reach up and touch the portal.

You find yourself on your stomach in the bath, your legs tucked up along the edge of the tub, your hand hovering just above the portals surface. Right, it did match your postion when you went in, so lying on your back in there, means you come out lying on your front here. You stand up, the front of your clothing wet with the bathwater of a girl you like. You walk to the door, and open it.

Peering out, you see nobody in the direction of the rooms. You walk out, look the other way. The coast is clear. You walk to your bedroom, and close the door. Safe. Or at least you will be if nobody was looking for you. But then you could just tell them that you were in the gym or the black room.

Now you just need to get rid of the evidence. You lock your door, then you take off your clothes, throwing them into the hamper. You take a sock and rub off any remaining pre-cum or cum off of your cock. You then get dressed again. Safe. Almost too safe, nothing had gone your way for quite a while. Well, it's not like you're cursed to eternal bad luck. And given the bad luck that just happened with finding that portal, you're owed some good luck.

You lay down on your bed. But then you feel it. A slight nagging feeling you forgot something. As you think through it, the slight specter of desire you feel creeping within the back of your mind reminds you.

You stand up, and look on every surface. You don't know what the thing you're looking for looks like, but you know it is somewhere. You open every drawer, not finding your hidden intruder. You go to your closet, turning on the light. And then you see it.

There are three black flowers running along the top corner of your closet, about the size and shape of a large lily. As you watch, in the light they open up, exposing a pink interior. The pink petals are coated in fluid, and in the center is a gap that doesn't so much invoke a vagina in shape, so much as it appears like one in 1/16 scale. Fluid drips down onto the petals like a woman in a most **** need, the fluid evaporating off the bumps like it was designed with this purpose in mind. You could almost swear you see the mist waft down to you.

You reach up, pulling at the flowers. You bring down two, crumpling in your hands. The third comes down fully intact. Still, as you look up, you see the roots descend into the walls, into the black obsidian. You stopped it for now in your room, but could you be certain you could stop them forever?

No, if you want to regain control of the situation, you're going to need help.