Yes, and she reaches the center of the Hedge Maze

Grabbing into the hedges and finding the solid edge of the marble walls behind the greenery, Velma kicked a leg forward and struggled to get a strong grip of the stonework. Her fingers managed to dig into the lip of the stone and just as a hand made for her hair, she lunged with everything she had left. She felt the hands lose their grip and she shot through the gap, landing in a heap on the other side. She managed to roll herself into a sitting position and get herself up off the ground incase another hazard was already advancing on her. The sound of crunching greenery behind confirmed this had been a one-way trip. Velma didn't pay the scene behind her a shred of attention, instead gazing around her new surroundings and had to brush off more grass clinging to her moist skin. As she ran her hands up and down her body, brushing herself off she realized with frustration the devious hands had returned her to a state of heightened arousal. She had been praying for any kind of reprieve, but it seemed the more she wished for mercy, the less the mansion had to give. Her chest rose and fell with a deep huff as she tried to block out the feelings inside her and surveyed the scene before her.

Velma now found herself in a courtyard, a large open space that she hoped was the center of the maze, something she could use to get her bearings. It was fed into by several other paths that led in all sorts of directions, but it was the centerpiece on display that caught her attention. Atop a raised stone circle was a massive seemingly glass box, that went to the ceiling of the greenhouse. For the first time since entering the maze, Velma felt a sense of ease. Sure, whatever this new threat was, it was definitely going to do something horrible to her, but she also understood that currently, standing in the middle of the labyrinth, but outside of this new challenge, she was safe, if only just for the immediate moment. She approached the raised platform and sat down for a moment. Even the simple luxury of stopping to take a much-needed breather felt like bliss given the circumstances. She sat quietly for a couple minutes, allowing her body to rest, and regain some focus. She was tempted to even lie down and nap outside the transparent cube, but she wasn't that naive. Still, the ominous vibe that had radiated throughout the rest of the hedge maze felt dampened here, held back. Knowing there was danger ahead but that she had control over when it was inflicted upon her gave her a measure of strength which she had just moments ago believed had been lost forever. Still, she was in no doubt that the torment would resume quickly, and her current feelings of relief would be distant memories soon enough. She **** herself back up to her feet, not wanting to get too comfortable, lest the trials ahead feel even more insurmountable. She turned to the puzzling structure and was happy to put on her preverbal detective hat and analyze whatever she could from the outside. Not that there was much to see.

It was essentially a massive glass box, maybe thirty or forty feet across and as Velma paced around it, she realized the four corners had openings that weren't easy to see with the naked eye. The only reason she realized they were even there were a set of small stone columns, one at each entrance. The glass used seemed to toy with her eyes as panes within created a faceted crystal effect that threw off her depth perception. She tried not to get dizzy as she scrutinized the four entrances. Each entrance led down a path to the center of the structure, on which stood a pedestal. She put her face to the glass trying to see what sat upon it, and she could just make out the shape of what she could only fantasize was in fact a key. That told her a few things, first of which the way out was locked, and Velma was now quite thankful she had accidentally made her way here and hadn't suffered the soul crushing fate of finding the exit only to realize she needed to about face and dive back into the ivy labyrinth to find the key. She didn't quite know where her breaking point was, but she was pretty sure that would have been it. Again, she was grateful for the small victories, rare as they were. Any-port-in-a-storm and all that.

Second, as far as she could tell, each entrance was a bit different. One was tall enough to walk into, another was only a crawlspace. Trying to figure out what kind of torments lay ahead was useless. Everything within was made of the same transparent material which combined with the gemstone effect made focusing on distinct shapes left her nauseous. She thought she saw panels and partitions which indicated it could be some kind of invisible maze within the maze. Velma was also convinced there were hidden aspects that she simply wouldn't be able to see until it was far too late. Nearly everything else in the house had some kind of unseen component that was impossible to anticipate. She did note each of the entrances lined up with markings on the stone circle which she now realized was mean to resemble a compass, with the openings of the cube at the four directions. What exactly did that tell her? Nothing, to her growing frustration, still, at least she could reorient herself if she got turned around inside the cube. That was something right?

Velma knew sooner or later she would just have to bite the bullet and choose one, but she felt no better informed in which path to take. As she continued to circle the box, she noticed four small, raised columns near each corner entrance. Velma decided to scrutinize the columns in further detail and noticed that each one had a carved latter on top, representing the four directions. She wondered what the directions meant, was it simply cosmetic? Or was there a deeper meaning to the four entrances. She tried to reason why would it matter if she entered from the North or from the South, or any of the others and came up with nothing. Upon further inspection, she found each pedestal had a small button on the appropriate side of it, and a single world engraved above them. HELP.

"Help? Seriously?"

Velma sneered at the insult to her intelligence, refusing to believe a single thing this mansion told her at face value. What kind of help could really be given? A hint, a clue, an easy mode for the tests ahead, or another vile trap within a trap for a naive **** explorer? She dismissed the pedestals and circled the peculiar structure once again, realizing on further inspection that some of the panes of glass within the cube were actually mirrors, making the layout of the structure within even harder to discern from the safety of the outside. It also strained her eyes in the dim light of the greenhouse. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, the exhaustion brough on by the night's ordeal starting to creep up on her. She knew the key to staving off the fatigue was to keep pushing on, to never stop going forward. She needed to at least get the Hell out of the maze and then maybe try and find a way to regain a shred of her lost energy. If there was such a thing as a safe place in this mansion (a notion in which she had no faith) she needed to find it once she left the greenhouse behind.

Velma made another pass around the circle, trying to connect the entrances to the directions. The South and West entrances were only high enough to crawl through while the North and East ones could be entered with no problem. Trying to give herself as much as an advantage as possible, Velma strained to see into the cube and to her knowledge, the North and West entrances looked like straight lined from the opening to the center. She was still functional enough to know there was bound to be more to it than just a quick sprint, but she could hope it would be a quicker ordeal then the others. Of course, that kind of thinking is exactly what the device was counting on. She grumbled to herself as she realized how little progress, she had made trying to get the cube to devulge its secrets. She had a hunch in the back of her mind that her time of deliberation was running out and she needed to make a call with what little information she had. She needed to choose a direction and she needed to choose it now.

As she looked back to the markings on the compass as well as the stone columns, her desperation led her down a troubling thought process. Perhaps the buttons were actually meant to help her. It was clear to her that part of the function of the mansion was to **** her to experience as much of the estate's torments as possible. She wasn't meant to simply fall prey to one particular apparatus and end her ordeal so quickly. Otherwise, the hands she had been tortured by earlier certainly would have spelled her doom. She had been caught dead-to-rights and was at their complete and total mercy. She didn't survive their sexual onslaught so to speak, they deliberately stopped their attack so she could move on. That meant, to her chagrin, that she was intended to succumb to a lot more **** as she moved on. All put together, that led her to believe the mysterious HELP buttons might actually be genuine, a sadistic double-edged sword ensuring her success in a particular challenge but also guaranteeing she kept going blundering into the next trap, and the next, and so on. So, maybe accepting a little assistance wasn't such a bad idea after all. Still, it all seemed way too obvious, and she didn't want to trust a thing this mansion presented to her at face value.