She awoke with a gasp a strange forest around her and the scent of unknown flora filling her senses
Her heart pounded as she stumbled upon an ancient pit a dark maw in the earth
A voice echoed in her mind Dianne feeds herself to the pit a chilling prophecy. She felt an irresistible pull towards the abyss a primal hunger stirring within her
The pit seemed to call to her promising oblivion or perhaps something more
Her surrender was complete a surrender to the depths to the unknown
The forest watched in silent anticipation as she vanished swallowed by the earth
But the pit had more plans for her a transformation awaited
A dark ritual a rebirth of sorts
She emerged changed powerful hungry for more
Her past self a distant memory consumed by the pit
Now only the hunger remained a primal urge to consume to devour
She craved sustenance more food more lives to sate her insatiable appetite
The forest now her hunting ground her playground
She reveled in her new power her new skin her new game
Skin in the Game a dangerous seductive dance
Every step a thrill every hunt a triumph
The taste of victory sweet on her lips
She was a force of nature an embodiment of primal desire
There was no escaping her no hiding from her hunger
For she was the pit and the pit was her
