Liz made her way to the well and then knelt beside it.  She brought one knee up to her chin and propped so that she were looking into the water.  She couldn't see much and she might have been more thankful for that than she knew.  She ran a hand idly over the water in front of her deciding how to react and perhaps what steps to take to get out of this situation.<br/><br/>She knew the exit was blocked.  She couldn't beat him with force either, her mind had allowed her to see that from before.  She wasn't quite sure what would be the best opportunity yet.  Did he have a weakness?  Surely not.  He knew all of hers, which seemed to make the feat of escaping a lot harder.<br/><br/>"Why do you do this despicable thing?  do people never matter or feelings of the other person ever play into the situation?"