â€œNo, you did something to me, I know it.â€ He yelled at her again. She was lying, he was certain, she had to be. This girl was just trying to make him think she didnâ€™t do anything to him by filling his head with lies probably in hopes of him letting her go. If that was the case then she was wrong. This made him want to keep her locked up even more, keep her all to him, almost as if a strange greed overcame him. Every time he looked into her eyed he felt that feeling. It was holding back, whatever it was, and he wondered if it was some kind of binding spell rather than a poison. He should have known she looked too innocent to be true when he first approached her in the park and now he was regretting it. Or was he?<br/><br/>There had to be something he was missingâ€¦<br/><br/>The books, of course! That was it. The books in his study surely had something in them that would tell him exactly what the hell was going on. Deziel stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him before locking the door again and pushing the bookcase back into place and putting the key back into the hidden box. He went upstairs and started tearing the study apart, glancing through each and every book he had in search of answers. But he found nothing. No binding spells that had this affect and no poisons from what he could tell; then again he has never been skilled at poisons. It took him about an hour to look through everything and he still came out empty handed, without answers. He held his head for a moment and looked at the scattered books, leaned against his desk taking a moment to catch his breath.<br/><br/>His heart was racing and his hands were trembling, he stared at his hands wondering if this was a side effect of rage or something brought on by whatever the hell Elizabeth had done to him. Orâ€¦ maybe it was the fact he was hungry. He needed to eat something but that was not going well considering he couldnâ€™t even touch his prey. Having no other choice, he went back downstairs and ate another banana. When he looked at the clock he groaned realizing he was late for work but honestly he didnâ€™t feel like working today, not being in his right mindâ€¦ and â€˜poisonedâ€™.<br/><br/>And letâ€™s be honest: he didnâ€™t give a fuck if he skipped a day of work or not.<br/><br/>When he finished the banana, his eyes fell to the apples in the basket nearby. He picked one up wondering if Elizabeth would be hungry, frustrated and wondering why he would think that. When he didnâ€™t look at her or think about her, he was fine. But when he didâ€¦ thisâ€¦ feeling came back. Deziel cringed, holding back the vomit that threatened to come out. He wondered why the hell he was even doing this, mindlessly heading back to the basement and to the hidden room. On the way down he lit a cigarette to help calm down enough to not freak out on her.<br/><br/>He opened the door again, tossing her the apple, the smell of cigarette smoke mixing with the unpleasant odor in the room, â€œBreakfast,â€ he said absently. It was obvious he was resenting his decision to feed her and there was bitterness and some self loathing leaking out into his tone. What the hell was wrong with him? He just couldnâ€™t get it off his mind. The desire to harm her was there; he wanted to make her suffer until she answered him honestly. The very look in his eyes said he was confident on making her give him answers.<br/><br/>As long as he could fight this horrible feeling long enough to make her suffer, that is...