Natalie stood shivering at the mouth of a great mossy cave. Her clothing was gone and the hot sun was peeling away at her scalded skin. A cool, damp air breathed out from the cave and licked her blistered body. The cave promised sweet shelter from the elements and beckoned her inside.
Natalie followed a cool path until her passageway became significantly narrow. She pushed on senselessly becoming entirely compelled by a soft buzzing sensation emanating from deep within. Was it just her imagination? The further she pursued the noise, the louder it became. It entered her brain and massaged it's contours and crevasses. It felt too good. She began crouching in order to continue her chosen route, until she was forced on to her hands and knees by the unforgiving ceiling.
The sharp rocks and stalagmites proved to be difficult obstacles in her small crawl space and soon, there was no room to turn around in. The young woman squirmed, bending and twisting around the obstructions, offering sighs of frustration and discontented grunts as the walls of the cave further mangled her soft, bleeding exterior.
Soon, all light had faded and she could no longer see her hands in front of her. The only sounds she could hear were her labored breathing, the drip drops of water from deep within the cave and this immensely satisfying buzzing from all around her.
She paused to catch her breath and the floor beneath her gave way.
She clawed helplessly for a ledge and sent out a quick silent prayer for something to catch her but nothing did and she dropped like a stone. Plummeting down an endless sharp chute of mud and rock, she shrieked with terror.
