I was so caught up in my sorrow that I didn't notice that I had just accidentally wondered into one of the many trap rooms. I heard the sound of the entrance clamping shut and hastily turned round to see it.
The entrance had closed up by bringing the walls in, making it look like there was a butthole on the wall.
I just stared in disbelief at said wall, tears running down my face from my crying.
"Really?" I asked no one, as there wasn't anyone to respond. My voice still sounded like grated cheese or something.
I tried to pry the entrance open but the hole the led to the exist was actually extremely tight and would barely budge, so I was stuck in here until I did whatever was required to get out.
I turned to see what I was dealing with and saw a wall, filled with maybe over a hundred pussies that seemed to be dripping wet. I could tell by the shine glistening puddle beneath them was connected to their juices.
