Slow Effect

The madman took sips, little sips. It was taking a painfully long time for him to finish his tea, but Bella didn't mind. She knew the end result would be worth it. "This isn't bad. Although I wouldn't say it's good either." The madman remarks. "It's a bit of an acquired taste." Bella says. "I guess. So, when's it supposed to kick in?" "Soon. Just keep drinking." The prisoner slams the mug on the floor. "That's the last of it, and I don't feel anything yet." "You will. It creeps up on you." Bella assures. "You sure this is the real deal?" "I'm positive." "Well, then while waiting for the effects of this drug to "creep" in, you might as well show me around. " He says, pointing the rusty knife at her. Bella gave the madman a tour, just like he wanted. However, she made it point not to show him exotic and interesting that would ignite his imagination. That meant no giant Venus fly traps. She stopped every few feet to drone on and on, throwing out uninteresting facts. She knew she was boring him, and she was happy to do so. Eventually he asked if he could sit for a moment. Naturally she complied. She watched as he slowly gave into his tiredness. The madman closed his eyes and fell over. She studied his sleeping body for a minute before she realized it was safe to move.  She disarmed the man. After that she placed heavy pots on the folds of his coat. This time, when he woke up,  he wouldn't be going anywhere.