**Chapter 8: Descent into Darkness**

As Psylocke finished the bowl of soup, Magik set it aside and stood up, her eyes locked onto Psylocke's. "The bath is ready," she said, her voice low and husky. Psylocke's heart sank as she realized what was coming next. She tried to push herself up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the floor. Magik reached out and helped Psylocke to her feet, but instead of supporting her, she merely guided her towards the bathroom. Psylocke stumbled, her legs weak and unsteady, but Magik caught her by the elbow, her grip firm but not ungentle. As they entered the bathroom, Psylocke was enveloped by the warm, steamy air. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, thinking that maybe this bath would be a respite from the pain and discomfort. But as Magik helped her into the tub, Psylocke's sense of unease returned. Magik's hands brushed against her skin, and Psylocke flinched, trying to pull away. But Magik's grip tightened, her fingers digging into Psylocke's arm. Psylocke cried out, trying to push Magik away, but Magik's hold was like a vice. In a flash of anger, Magik's hands moved, biting and grabbing Psylocke's skin. Psylocke's cry turned to a loud wail as she felt a searing pain on her arm. She tried to push Magik away, but Magik's grip only tightened. Just as Psylocke thought she was going to pass out, a loud voice echoed through the bathroom door. "Magik, what's going on?" Luna's voice was laced with concern and anger. Magik's head turned, her eyes flicking towards the door. Psylocke took advantage of the distraction to try and pull away, but Magik's grip was still firm. Luna burst into the bathroom, her eyes scanning the scene before her. Psylocke was crying loudly, her body bruised and battered. Magik was standing over her, her eyes flashing with anger. Luna's gaze locked onto Magik, her face twisted in a scowl. "Why are you always hurting her?" she demanded. "She shouldn't be bruised up like this." Magik's expression didn't change, but Psylocke saw a flicker of something in her eyes, something that looked almost like guilt. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a cold, hard stare. Psylocke felt a surge of hope as Luna stood up for her, but she knew that this wasn't over yet. She was still trapped, and Magik's anger was far from appeased.