Try the lever and hopefully explore the darkened corridor.

Velma tried to ignore the numerous warning alarms blaring in her head, going off her first gut instinct and walking over to the lever. She wrapped her scratched up fingers around the handle and raised it into its upward position. Just as she had expected and silently prayed; nothing horrific occurred and the path opened up to her. She noticed the door had actually retracted into the ceiling like a castle gate instead of swinging on hinges. That didn’t make her feel any more comforted that she was correct in assuming the lever wasn’t a booby trap as now it meant she had to brave through the pitch black corridor and face whatever what waiting for her while she was literally blind. And she hadn’t even lost her glasses this time!

She nervously peered into the abyss, silently hoping she didn’t just release some sort of horrible monster. She waited with baited breath, trying to detect any kind of sound emitting from the ominous hallway. Nothing came but there was a slight coolness to the air creeping from the darkness, which she somewhat appreciated as she was quite physically drained and covered in sweat from her shirt and the sauna like atmosphere of the greenhouse. After a long enough time had passed she felt certain it was (by the current standard) safe to traverse. She started slowly down the walkway, feeling far more claustrophobic with every step. The ceiling was fairly low and the walls were close enough together she could touch both sides by extending just her elbows if she wanted to. She was a good twelve feet in, already unable to see her hand in front of her face, much less anything ahead of her, when the gate came crashing back down, sealing her inside. She felt the urge to run back, to try and lift it; do something but she seemed to instinctively understand she was meant to continue forward. She had made her choice and now she had to live with it. It was beyond creepy as she felt for the walls, which felt like brick and mortar, inching herself deeper into the darkness. She wasn’t in a hurry to try and sprint down the tunnel only to run smack into a wall glasses-first. She knew there was something to this path that hadn’t become apparent just yet and she was just waiting with tense nerves for the moment when her foot would sink into the ground or her leg would break a tripwire, activating a trap. She continued on, taking notice of the much cooler if still moist air around her. At first, it was quite pleasant of course after her ordeal in the rose bushes but the further she went along, the colder her skin became.

As she continued, all she could hear was her own breath, the rubbery bouncy floor was the same as from the greenhouse and it muffled her steps. She wasn’t sure how long she had gone. She was far enough that she couldn’t see a hint of light from the room she left behind. She nearly fell head over heels backwards when she felt something gently brush against the top of her hair and jumped back in reflexive terror, her heart racing, her sizable chest raising and falling in an arousing rhythm, to the delight of her unseen tormenter. She froze and tried to detect any sign of life in the black tunnel but nothing happened. The shock of terror had now given her body a thorough chill and she began to shiver, from both the growing anxiety and the increasingly irritating cold. Like before, she waited nearly a minute for an attack that never came before she dared to investigate.

Velma took a step forward and extended her hand near where she thought she had standing. To her surprise, she felt flat solid stone and it all made sense. The ceiling was slanted and the angle was tapered downward. Relieved she hadn’t triggered a trap, Velma tried to press on while keeping one hand above her, trying to detect the ceiling and prevent her from getting a concussion in the stygian dark. However, less than ten feet later, she had realized another problem. She wasn’t going to be able to continue upright. She would have to awkwardly walk half crouched or crawl. Luckily the ground wasn’t unpleasant and in case the ceiling got even lower further in, she decided that getting down on her hands and knees was really the only practical option. She did so and began to crawl, noting how much slower she was now progressing, but within minutes, the ceiling had come down to just inches above her head and leveled out, proving that she had made the right choice, although she was well aware of just how prone and helpless she was in this position. Stripped down to her bra and panties on all fours in absolute darkness, she never felt as truly **** thus far in this harrowing adventure as she did right now. While she had been anticipating anything and everything to go wrong from the moment she set foot inside this bleak tomb of a corridor, she was sure now more than ever that this was the moment that her unseen tormentor would bring yet another ordeal down upon her.