Do what any member of the Scooby Gang does best: Run!

Velma decided that the last time she carefully went down a dark hallway she ended up with a welted ass for her troubles. She was going to try her luck making a mad dash down the path. She took a few deep breaths and took off at a dead run, not daring to so much as glace sideways lest something horrible overtake her. The springy floor at least helped matters, giving her an extra bounce in her stride as she rapidly tried to get to the end of the corridor and outrun whatever she knew would be coming for her. As she ran, she noticed the heavy humidity of the greenhouse slowly building. Whether that was from the running or just being in the glass room, she couldn’t tell. There was a small layer of mist rising from the ground and she was certain that it hadn’t been there when she entered.

From your vantage point you smiled at her willingness to blunder right into more danger, admiring her breasts as they rose and fell with every step she took. You made a mental note that she needed to start losing some of her clothing; you were growing ever more hungry to see what was underneath that heavy turtleneck. You let her continue unhindered as she ran the length of the path with surprising speed and it wasn’t until she turned sharply at the end of the first corridor that you started to have fun with her. You slowly adjusted the temperature controls to make the conditions even more unbearable, hoping that you would be rewarded with Velma deciding to strip out of some of her heavy attire.

As Velma rounded the corner, she tried not to break her stride and she realized she was running down another long empty plant filled corridor. She had really begun to feel the thickness of the air, her turtleneck starting to feel quite sticky against her skin. She could still see the bouncy floor but the layer of mist had steadily risen up to her knees. She slowed her full run into a jog and dared to look over her shoulder. Nothing was coming after her yet; there was no movement or sound other than running water somewhere in the greenhouse. Otherwise all was still. Velma suddenly felt **** in the empty corridor and she sped back up to a full sprint, not wanting to be sealed in this glass roofed sauna, sure that a gate would slam shut behind or in front of her. She quickly dashed to the end of the second corridor but as she came to the end, she walked under a brickwork archway and turned the corner.

She took a few steps down the new section of the greenhouse and instantly felt the greenery closing in around her. Whereas earlier the foliage was neatly trimmed back, here it grew thicker and obscured the walls. She didn’t want to stop and investigate her surroundings, it best to continue as swiftly as possible. Nothing had befallen her yet but that didn’t mean this path was by any means safe. She felt the walkway curve slightly to the right and Velma eyed her new surroundings with trepidation. She stopped for a moment and reached into the bushes on both sides. They were thick but eventually she felt cool concrete walls behind them. Looking ahead, she saw a branching path and suddenly it all became clear. She had blundered right into a hedge maze, still encased inside the vast greenhouse.

She considered turning back but bush covered walls began to shift and move, cutting her off from the way she had come, as if sensing her hesitation. Well, now that that decision had been made for her, she figured the only option was to continue on. She just had to try and follow a path that would take her back in the direction of the mansion as she was sure the further she got away from it, the less and less likely she was to find Daphne and the more horrible things she would likely have to endure in order to get back. She looked around and saw several routes in front of her, most of them identical but one had a marble fountain sticking out of the greenery. Shaped like a maiden with a vase, real water flowed from the vase into a basin and upon seeing it Velma suddenly felt the full effects of the now sweltering room around her. She realized she was dying of thirst but as she stepped closer to it, she realized that she might not want to trust anything offered to her by this house. Still, this looked more natural and decorative, it wasn’t like someone had left a bottle of water lying on the ground with a label that read drink me or something. It was far less likely that this water source had been tampered with. Still, Velma had her doubts but her thirst wasn’t in the mood to listen to reason.