Impending Disaster [R-18]

Inching forward down the empty corridor, Maya cautiously tiptoed her way across the marble floor, afraid her footsteps would alert those inside the rooms..

She knew she was in way too deep to back away now.

Large wooden doors adorned each side of the corridor, and it seemed that each room engaged in a different setting, judging by the symbols exquisitely engraved on the front.

Blades of grass for the wilderness, Pyramids for the desert, slave collars for.. well.. slaves.

Oddly, the brownish corridor was eerily silent such that Maya could hear her heart beat audibly in her chest. She was acutely aware of what would happen to her if she got caught here, making each step seem harder and heavier as dark fantasies captivated her mind.

'Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it' Maya repeated the lines in her mind as if her life depended on it, slowly edging near the end of the corridor.