NATALIA
My stomach rolls and shivers rack my body all night. Every inch of me hurts from laying on the hard stone floor. I was so close to getting away from here. The way out was right f*****g there. But I wasn’t fast enough, and now I am wasting away in this cold, dark dungeon; all alone and losing track of time.
I think the stench in here is making my stomach revolt. I have been biting back vomit all night, but my body can't handle it anymore. I turn to my side, trying to hurry to the far corner, and throwing up whatever is left in my stomach until all that comes out is acid.
I am not sure the time that goes by, but I retch again and again. Before long, the stale stench of the dungeon is masked by the putrid smell of vomit quickly takes over the small, unaired space. This only exace
