If she had been herself, she would have been running a long time ago. This time though the voice had taken a grip of her, turning off her instincts of self-protection, and she continued slowly as the hedges scratched the bare skin of her hands and neck.
The feelings of pain and claustrofobia were awakening, though, and she stopped as it was getting difficult to move anymore. Still not understanding what was happening, she called out again to the source of the beautiful voice that seemed to almost physically pull her forwards.