The dungeon was really cold and dark. Its pungent smell made Ariel's stomach swirl with nausea, her nostrils tingled from the smell of mold and dried up blood. She had been in the cell for two days, with no food or water, and stomach gurgled every minute and the nausea she was having wasn't helping it. She was getting sick of the smell, beads of sweat lined up on her face as she was getting sweaty all over. Her wounds were starting to itch and hurt her.
She was really uncomfortable in this cell, she layed slowly on the cold cemented floor of the cell. Laying on her stomach, she stared at the cell door hoping she would leave here soon. She was really tired of waking up to the walls of her cell, the huge silver bars created terrifying shadows from the lamp that was hung at the side of her c
