He cared not about her struggling, if she wanted to bite him then she could try as she likes but she would never get far. His hands, as human as they seemed, were still hands that belonged to a demon and overall his skin was a lot tougher than a humanâ€™s. Even in his human form he could endure more of a beating than the average human; it was almost like he was made of some kind of indestructible material. It was quite useful for situations where his victims struggled. It was always so amusing when they struggled, begging for their lives â€˜oh please spare me mister big scary demon!â€™ they would often say to him, gazing upon him with eyes filled with terror.<br/><br/>Elizabeth as she had introduced herself as was clinging to him for dear life, knowing that if she were to free herself from his grasp she would fall it would be over for her. Such a shame, perhaps falling to her death would be better for her but he needed his fun. He smiled at her tears streaming down her face with a sick, twisted amusement.<br/><br/>During the entire flight, he said nothing. When they arrived at his house, which was on the other side of the city practically, he landed on the porch and reached into his coat pocket for his keys. In the dull light of the lamp on the porch, his wings had vanished completely and he looked human again. Deziel opened the door, pushing her inside before entering himself, â€œIf you try to run off, Iâ€™ll have to hunt you down again and considering I havenâ€™t had anything to eat all week I think itâ€™s in your best interest to behave like a good little girl so I donâ€™t have to make you suffer for trying to leave.â€ He told her in a bitter tone. It was almost like he was a completely different person now.<br/><br/>He grabbed her arm and then took her down to the basement, flicking the light switch on while he descended the staircase. To keep her from running off or trying anything funny, he carried her down the stairs. Prey has escaped him in the past. He has wised up now and so he always tries to be a little different every time he kidnaps someone, as sort of way of adapting to their personality. After all he was a very clever person; he had to keep that going. He had to be creative, knowing the human psyche like he did he was always wanted to be one step ahead. Humans were resilient and he always wanted to find ways to break that; it was almost like an obsession for him. Because he was a demon, he was superior to humans, and he always had to establish that.<br/><br/>The basement was gorgeous.<br/><br/>It looked like a living room, complete with a fake fireplace and a nice television. There was even a bar area and a billiards table. But, of course, this was not where he would be keeping her. There was a hidden room in the back, when he reached it he put her down and pushed her in. â€œWelcome to your new home, Elizabeth. I havenâ€™t decided on how long Iâ€™m keeping you, yet, but believe me your stay wonâ€™t be a pleasant one.â€ He laughed.