Trip her down a hill

As she turned her head from the vine to the on coming fog, Mackenzie was tripped by the rapidly retreating vine. She fell down a slope which had several roots, small rocks, and vines of its own. She was too busy screaming with an arm over her face to hear or see the ripping and the scattered, shredded pieces of her dress fluttering behind her. It seemed, little to her knowledge, every item she was wearing had been beaten in some way by her surroundings. Asshe came to a rolling stop at the end of the hill, she had partially knocked herself out.

Mackenzie could have sworn that there was just a straight path in front of her. It came to little surprise that this was a “haunted” maze. The cool air turned her nipples hard. Why she could feel it on the tits was a big wonder in the matter of seconds, overcoming every other thought.