I am pulled towards the entrance of the labyrinth, desire eclipsing fear.
I dive into the dark passage, instantly lost. I run wildly, exhilarated, fingers grazing the walls on each side to keep me upright. I pause to listen, my eyes straining in the inky blackness. The soft rhythm of feet on dirt, the quiet whoosh of arms pumping. Run.
The maze narrows as I advance. I want to be crushed; squeezed out of life as I was squeezed into it. I want to be cornered like prey. I want to be caught.
Cradled in its arms, I play dead. Adrenaline spikes. My heart flutters. Rapture.