<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel thought that he had remained outside the hut, but something had prompted him to take one step inside. Like a flytrap, that one step was all that was needed to shut the door behind him. The smell of her hut threatened to make Hazeel throw up, and he felt like he was sinking into the freezing depths of the ocean. The chilling cold attacked his feet and legs first, and the screams immediately triggered the fight or flight response within the former warrior. Each scream chipped away at the brittle mental armor that Hazeel tried to keep up, and Azalea's echoing voice was only making Hazeel's movements more erratic. With his fear came increased heart rate and breathing, but that just meant breathing in more of the disgusting smell that wanted to overturn his stomach into the hut.<br/><br/>"Shut up..." Hazeel muttered, as he finally took a step inside of the hut... inside of the darkness that felt like it was swallowing him whole. He saw the drink lighting up the darkness, and he walked over to the drink to see if there was something to lighten up this hell, but all he saw was the toxic sludge that made up the mug. Hazeel took one whiff of the mug despite being so far away from it and finally lost it. He bent over, emptying his stomach into the darkness, the glowing sludge imprinted into his mind as he doubled over. His hands moved up to his face to try and wipe away the remnants on his lips, and he quickly stepped away from the mess, and jerked his body towards another scream that he heard. "Let me out of here!" he roared into the nothingness, his own words filtering through the water. The feeling was so foreign... that he felt like he was choking on water whenever he opened his mouth. His legs shook, and he tried to find the staircase he had used last time when Azalea had brought him to it. The door leading out was gone, and Hazeel's eyes became beads in his skull as he panted and looked for a way out.<br/><br/>"You have no use for me, you crazy bitch! I'll break you again if I have to!"<br/><br/><em>Hazeel fails to keep his sanity: 2d6 = 5.</em></span>