Aria began to smell the bacon as it slowly entered the room in which she was closed in and her stomach began to growl. The pain her stomach caused wasn't nearly as bad as that of her ribs but it was still enough to bring her to her knees. This was torture. Despite her fear she was feeling she was starting to get angry, angry at the fact she was being toyed with.<br/><br/>She turned and put her back against the door, making a slight thump as she did so, trying to refuse the temptation of the food. Though at the same time her mind started to play games with her thinking of what would happen if she stayed in this room alone and unable to get out or even unable to eat. Tears began to slide down her face. It seemed that even her own emotions weren't working right or rather that the switches were being flipped on and off to often.<br/><br/>"Let me out..." She started, then added in defeat. "Please."