Turning to the right you take three steps down that tunnel when with a slam the angled mirror seperates and shuts out any return.
"Another choice of no return!" you heart pounds as fingers feel jittery.
Each step makes you feel such apprehension at what your walking toward but it is the only possible way to go, now!
After twenty steps you stop and turn to look back at the mirror which had slammed shut any exit. As if you had never taken one step the mirror is directly behind you even then. You touch it but the surface is very hot. You walk backwards toward the sunlight and marvel in horror as the mirror follows right behind.
Its like the mirror is pressing you out and blocking any possible return or escape in the opposite direction.
As the light from outside becomes brighter it lights the dimness about where you stand. Even when turning toward the mirror which follows every step you can begin to see more of yourself than just a silhoette.
"What!" you exclaim in quietness as your reflection peers back from the mirror's hot surface.
Twisting your head about to get the best advantage of the light coming up the tunner you oggle into the mirror. Your head seems larger as does your shoulders. The chest too is not looking human anymore but has a barreled look.
Hands pat the chest bring a feeling of solid muscles covering a flat chest but rounding out belly.
Then the muffled sounds of men talking comes into the tunnel from outside and your thoughts and attention is turned to running out the tunnel.
"Run run, I must get out of here!" you think to yourself.
Then you trip and stumble falling forward your hands reach out to stop or at least cushion the fall.
Flop and thud you go down till your chin hits the floor of the tunnel. You lay there in a daze as feelings and thoughts mix with fond hopes and the coolness of the sir being forced into this tunnel.
Breathing is heavy and hard as with each draught of breath comes feelings different and strange. Slowly you push yourself up with arms and tingling hands. The rip of your shirt tells of something happening which was not expected.
A quick twist of the head proves to offer even worse a sight than just that of the red hot mirror which keeps trailing every step out this tunnel. There looming up is the strong back of some monster body.
You whine in fear as with each small move the realization is clear, this is your body!
Inching up to stand your head knocks the ceiling of the tunnel. This is odd because your head was some distance from the ceiling before. You needed to stand on tiptoes and reaching high your finger tips could just touch the heights above. Now you head hits the ceiling and everything feels wrong.
A deep draughting breath in, it roars out your nose making a rough rattling sound that echoes the tunnel.
A rapid shake of the head seems itself to rattle down the neck and into your back and at last the butt. This odd action makes you wonder what on earth is happening to you but then the fresh air makes the urge to escape your only thought.
Step, step, you walk now making excellent headway toward the tunnels end and your opening into the sunlight. Quicker you step along as if each step makes oneself feel giddy and a wonderous feeling of personal uforia.
The men talking now blends with a sound of machinery working and some smells of countryside, hay, and sweat.