Elizabeth yelped and her head was forced to turn to the side form his hit. She touched her mouth and pulled back with blood on her fingers. He had busted her lip and pretty badly too. She spit the blood on the floor when he closed the door and just hit it, giving a angry frustrated shout at him. She covered her nose when she noticed the smell and growled lowly. Great, how was she suppose to sleep with an ankle that is twisted and cut and with a busted lip in this horrible smelling room. She sighed and just waited for morning to come..<br/><br/><br/>While Elizabeth was along, she tore a large piece off of her shirt to tie around her ankle like an ace bandage to give it support. She just sat there thinking deeply on the topic of how to get out, she had to or her life was over. Even if she managed to escape from the demon, her life would be ruined because her rent would be up in a couple of days, she had school to attend, and work. She would loose all three if she did not get out. .<br/><br/>Elizabeth looked at the door and growled lowly. "I didn't die on you. God I didn't even sleep!" She snapped and came to the door.