**Maia**
Eight days spent in this hell hole were worse than I thought. I thought that if I could keep from touching the walls, then I would be alright. That was easier said than done. The space was so small that it made it impossible to move an inch, and every time I did, I would get burnt. Erik knew exactly what he was doing when he put me in here. It would be a miracle if I survived another day here. My body was covered in burns, I was pretty sure I was dehydrated, and my ravenous hunger was beginning to take its effect on my body. I was weak. This was by far the weakest state I had ever been in which was saying a lot for me. My vision began to blur and darkness started to consume me.
