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Barefeet strode across the small space as Ameliya paced along the cool stone floor leaving flaming footprints behind her. The flame flickered for a moment before it found no fuel and started to die out, leaving an ashen mark branding the flooring.

Ignoring the starving flames that would follow her, Ameliya stared out the small window in her door towards the outside world. Her eyes blazed with a light that seemed inhuman as she watched the world outside her cell for any movement. She was just waiting, waiting for a moment for someone to slip up. Waiting for a moment when she had her chance. She had escaped worse, and she was going to get her way out of here. So she paced back and forth the cell, much like a tiger at the zoo, and tried to wait as patiently as she could. 

Hearing a cry about food, she stopped her tempo for a moment. Moving closer to the carved-out door, she looked out to the other inmates with a curiosity. It looked like it was going to be another lively breakfast in this hellhole.