Reaching the lower levels, she helped herself to some of the tea that the smarter and resourcefull prisoners had prepared. They were smart ones, not too good with arms, that was clear, but they had pissed off someone up high to be sent here. No, they could provide certain comforts even here.<br/><br/>The teas made varied from slam to slam, depending on what the prisoners could aquire or trade for, and this particular tea was quite good.<br/><br/>After finishing it, she ate her meal that she had kept from the other day, some kind of crustacean that tasted good once you got past the outer shell, then moved through to the warm sulpur scented water that was held by natural forces, then undressed and slipped into the water to have a bath.<br/><br/>As long as you could ignore the scent of sulpur, and timed your immersion right, it could be very clensing and relaxing. If you lost track of time, you could end up red all over, or worse, dead.<br/><br/>Savoring the water for only two minutes, all that she dared to, she stepped out and knelt down to quickly wash her clothes in the water, then change back into them.<br/>She had heard screams the night before, if it even was daytime now, and tried not to think about the owner of the voice,and if he was still alive. The guard who had taken a prisoner, who she had named the beast, scared her like no  one else ever had.<br/><br/>She could face the other guards well enough, and there had been other guards in other slams who had enjoyed inflicting pain on their 'guests'.But the Beast, he put them all to shame. As soon as she even sensed him in the lower levels, she was out of there and into her personal hidey hole, where even his whip couldnt reach her.