Thrown in the dungeon
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
The place was extremely dark were she was.....god only knows if it was a building or a field...her majesty princess Natasha layed motionless and lifeless on the floor... little by little...the sun began to rise and the rays peeped in through the broken glasses that were left without curtains...it peered into her eyes and the brightest was alarming and piercing....she shook her head slowly as if it didn't belong to her...like a heavy log was added and it was so difficult to control it..she.. seemed to struggle but she robbed her palm over her face and managed to sit up.... feeling the hardness of the floor she was forced to immediately open her eyes...she looked around but the four walls where tightly packed and so close to her...she stood up in a shock ...she looked around and noticed the walls were stained ... grossly stained...with both red colors... looking like dried blood...a mixture of brown and black and the walls made of block seemed to be peeling too...her eyes in bewilderment...full of disgust... and then that smell...of stink...she gulped... and about to throw up when she held her palms up immediately against her mouth preventing herself from adding to the already unbearable stink and smell around...five steps and you'd arrive at the wall....the broken widow was high up...she'd need to stand on the shoulder of two other persons before she can reach it ...as she looked around she immediately realized that there was no door....so how in the land of fantasy's name did she get down there?..it was definitely not the window...as small as her waist is ..it wouldn't even fit let alone her hips...and then...
she tried to use her spell...her magic but none of them were working
"fuck!"...she cursed screaming out loud...the only conclusion she could sum up with was..it was a spell bond dungeon she'd be thrown into....
she began to pace in the tight room... which was even more frustrating since she couldn't walk even three steps before having to turn around...no two steps...it was like she had to spin since she avoided the walls because of their looks and the awful smell they emitted....
"fuck!".....she screamed too aggregated this time...so loud that the walls even shook in fright of her terror and rage...she wasn't even given the privilege to think...
Wait!!...'where is Melissa...?'she asked herself in her thoughts...she couldn't feel the soul bond she placed on Melissa...she was gone...'what happened to her?....no one can remove the soul bond ...not even me' she gasped almost immediately the thought swam through her mind 'has she been killed?' that is the only way to undo the magic...'but that would mean I'd die shortly in a matter of months' princess Natasha began to panic...her fear was taking the whole of her ..body soul and spirit...her hands and body began to tremble...beads of sweat where forming up in her head and she could feel her knees felt like quaking...not until she head that loud cracking sound... and so deafening from above her head....she looked up at the hight and noticed the wall up there was slowly moving and dust was pouring down on her face...she couldn't move to the wall to avoid it...she couldn't look upwards either...she squatted and shielded her head with both her hands... allowing the sand to rain on her... waiting for the sound... noise to stop