She runs for it.

"FUCK YOU!" Britney cried and ran. She was running on instinct and ran to the front door, despite the fact that that way had been a dead end earlier. She threw open the door and ran through. She spared a look back as she ran through, blonde hair flying behind her. Mr. Lash hadn't taken a step. He was smiling, cane propped in front of him.

"There are things in this house that would LOVE to get a taste of a fresh young thing like yourself. Myself included". His lecherous laugh echoed throughout the hall as the door slammed shut behind her. She blinked her eyes, confused. She had ran through the front door to the front porch, but she wasn't on the porch. She was in a long, narrow hallway that went on farther than she could see. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw the railing of the staircase. She was on the second floor.

She snuck back to be sure, and there was the massive main hall, dirty black and white checkerboard floor stretching out impossibly far. Mr. Lash grinned up at her from the base of the stairs.

"What's wrong, get lost? It's the third door on the left. Don't dawdle now. I'll be waiting in the kitchen." He strolled humming through a set of swinging double doors and disappeared.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to go long with this!" she called after him. As if to prove this she deliberately ran to the right and through the first door she came to. The door slammed shut behind her. Once she saw what awaited her in the room she tried the door again instantly, but there was no knob on the inside.