Azuriel looked up when he felt something falling on his head and instantly regretted it, though he felt relieved that he didn't decide to torture him by ripping his earrings out until he gave in. He really don't want anymore scars. While the room was filling up with sand he spent his time trying to find a way out of here. As soon as the sand got up to his stomach was when he started to panic. He was able to stay on top of the moving sand until it had trapped him in place. Every time he tried to dig himself out, more sand will take its place. Somehow it was like the sand was pushing him up towards the ceiling. "Stop this, please! I was told that my car accident almost killed me, and one near death experience is enough for me." He started to plead when he could almost touch the ceiling with his hands.