Wiping the spit off his face, Deziel slapped her across the mouth. â€œThat wouldnâ€™t be wise for someone in your position. Sleep well. Iâ€™ll see you in the morning.â€ He said to her before shutting the door and locking it with the key he kept close by, on a box on top of the bookshelf that hid the door. Despite the intimidating nature of the door, the room itself was no jail. It had a bed that he provided with new sheets and a clean pillow before he threw his victims in and a window where the sun shone through during the day. It was a bit larger than a storage room, however. Also, if one ever felt the need to use the bathroom there seemed to be a hole in the corner just big enough for someone to go about their business; it was not known how deep the hole was or if it leads outside. That being said, the room did not smell the best.<br/><br/>Deziel hardly ever slept; he wasnâ€™t human so he saw no need for such a thing.<br/><br/>After he went back upstairs he spent the night in study and began looking through a few books, ancient books that were oozing with dark magic and other forbidden arts. Like most demons Deziel practiced it with care to strengthen his power as much as he could. He began to chant a spell, putting a sort of barrier around the house just in case she somehow managed to escape the basement. Holding up a crystal, he muttered a spell that enabled him to keep watch on her, but not before something hit him and he ended up dropping the crystal.<br/><br/>He coughed, holding a hand over his mouth for a second before he was able to recover. Noting the blood on his hand, he groaned and wiped it off on his pants. There was not much time left, he was getting weaker, but he knew he had to be patient. If he was patient he would be rewarded but just how long that patience would last he wasnâ€™t sure. He had gone too long without a decent human snack â€“about a month or so now- and hadnâ€™t realized just how weak he was until now. It was like if a human was wandering in the desert for days without much food or water. Or was it really simple hunger that weakened him? Even a simple barrier spell made him feel dizzy and caused his body harm. Patience, he told himself, feeling his hunger and whatever else burn. Yet the small cut on Elizabethâ€™s ankle did not help things.<br/><br/>The scent of her blood filled the houseâ€¦ He decided to go back down to the kitchen and find something, anything to hold him over. Fruit usually helped, oddly enough. He ate a banana before he went back upstairs.<br/><br/>Since he didnâ€™t sleep, he went down to check on her the early morning, banging on the hidden door to wake her up if she was sleeping. â€œRise and shine! You better hot have died on me yet.â€ He called out. She probably wasnâ€™t dead. The first few nights were rough, but nevertheless, from his experience, they were strong and acted tough. It was quite hilarious. Perhaps Elizabeth would be the same way, he wondered, smiling to himself.