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 
