She gets sucked out of the manson

In the midst of the chaos, Jenny felt a sudden, unsettling sensation—her skirt was being tugged mercilessly by the relentless whirlwind. Powerless to do anything about it without releasing her life-saving grip on the door handle, she could only feel the fabric whisk away, vanishing into the hungry maw of the chimney. Moments later, her lightweight summer shirt, ill-equipped for the violent tempest, followed suit, leaving her clad only in her lace bra and thong.

Doubt and fear clouded Jenny's mind as she clung to the handle, wondering how much longer she could withstand the storm's fury. Her question was answered all too soon when the handle, strained beyond its limits, finally snapped. Jenny was sent tumbling across the floor, the cold touch of the wood against her skin was a stark reminder of her dire situation. Her efforts to grab onto anything for salvation proving futile as she slid inexorably towards the chimney.

With a resigned breath, she closed her eyes, bracing for what might come next, hoping against hope for a miracle.

The sudden sensation of raindrops on her skin startled Jenny back to awareness. She had been ejected from the chimney's other end, into the storm outside. With a startled scream, she found herself airborne, the dark sky and the rain-soaked landscape blurring around her. Her heart raced as she braced for impact, hoping for some stroke of luck in her landing.

Fortune, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor. Jenny's flight ended with a resounding splash into the pond adjacent to the mansion. The cold water enveloped her instantly, a stark contrast to the surreal heat of the moment before. There she was, drenched from the rain and the pond, shivering in her underwear.