Try to keep moving

It feels like hours before you can shakingly collect yourself, stumbling to your feet and sitting in the chair, taking a look at the ruins of your body and wincing while the shreds of your clothes still lie in the puddle of semen. Eventually, you turn your sight to the door the Minotaur had left through, padding over with small breaths of air and trying the handle of the opposite door, not exactly willing to follow that thing. This time around, the handle still doesn't turn, but when you pull the door slides open with the same sound of metal scraping against metal, making you wince again and check to make sure that the minotaur hadn't returned.

Walking forwards and entering the next room, it appears to be some sort of medical facility, with medical tables strewn about among operating equipment, bags of fluid, and other unidentifiable machines. Outside of the sounds from your entrance, the halls are completely silent, and the sound of your footsteps echo through the room, accompanied only by the faint drips of cum from between your legs and milk from your bare breasts. It's large and circular, almost as if it's an entrance hall. There are three hallways leading off of the room, each at a 90º angle from the door you've entered through. Each hallway has a word written above it, likely describing it's location. Directly ahead leads to the Supervisor's Office, the left hallway goes to operating rooms, and the right hall is labeled simply "Experimentation."

A large desk is directly in front of you, rectangular and unattended. One machine in particular sticks out- it's bigger than your body, made mostly of metal, and tucked away in a corner nearby, between the door you exited and the operating rooms. Opposite of the machine, there's a small patch of green where foliage has broken into the facility, complete with a small pool of water.