Three things he learned.  First, vampire women have exceptionally sharp nails and if there is any sign that being scratched at turns you on, you may or may not end up with various lacerations, and she may or may not decide to lick them clean.  Secondly, he didn't know what he was expecting- she was rough, and he suspected a few of his ribs may have broken.  Thirdly, and he may never admit it, but he actually enjoyed it.  Asher was definitely in pain, yet oddly satisfied.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"And if your people come anywhere near my village. We'll kill them all. Every. Last. One."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don't worry,</span>he thought a little bitterly,<span style="font-style: italic">nobody is going to try.</span>He laid in silence as she exited, and not soon after heard a male shouting.  Another Alpha.  Her father?  He almost wanted to laugh.  Love?  Perhaps he meant that in the literal sense.  There were no feelings between them... she just wanted to keep him as a toy.  He didn't even know her name, nor she his.  Besides, there was no way anything would come of this.  She said she wouldn't kill him, but he predicted that if she continued to give him a sensual thrashing every night he might be a bloody pulp before the week was out.  If he was lucky.<br/><br/>Asher slumped backward, and then nearly jumped through the ceiling as the chain was pulled clean out of the wall.  It seemed with all of that woman's merciless<span style="font-style: italic">loving</span>, she somehow managed to put enough stress on the chains to break them.  He felt instantly panicked, as if she would come rushing back at any moment to punish him for what was honestly an accident.  Was this a sign?  If he had any hope, this may be it.  He sat there in the dark for a long while, unsure how to proceed.  He carefully slid off of the bed, surprised by his body's response.  It was as if the sex beat the fever mostly out of him.  He found what was left of his trousers and slipped them on, though the armoured bits were mostly shredded.<br/><br/>His shirt however did not survive her claws, and was in ribbons on the floor.  He would have to go without.  It was like a giant target, his scarred chest, the Clan tattoo dominating the entirety of his back.  If for any reason they had doubts with his smell, one look would give them all the confirmation they needed to kill him.  He searched the cabinets for something- anything that he could use as a weapon.<br/><br/>He encountered some... questionable items, but he found what appeared to be a flogger made of barbed wires.<span style="font-style: italic">Maker's tits, this woman has got some serious kink.</span>It was a nasty piece of work, one he prayed he would never be on the receiving end of.  It would have to do.  Holding it at the ready, he made for the door... only to find it locked.  Of course.  What was he expecting?  He paced about the room, but soon noticed an air shaft that might be just big enough to climb through.  He didn't know where it led to precisely, but he hoped outside, or to a room that wasn't locked in.<br/><br/>He'd take his chances.  He propped the grate open and hoisted himself into it, the chains still binding his wrists clanging noisily against the opening.  He flinched.  He would have to move fast.  With the flog tucked under his arm, he wormed his way forward, the chain dragging painfully along behind him.  He made it to the next opening, and dared to peer down.  The room below seemed empty.  It resembled something like a kitchen, if one could call it that.  There were dead animals strung up everywhere, some with buckets under them catching the blood from their open throats.  Asher kicked out the grate here and dropped into the room.<br/><br/>To his luck, there was a door ajar in here, and he could just see the outline of moonlight round its frame.  He silently rejoiced, and could not have moved to it faster.  The cold night air greeted him, and he almost wanted to kiss the dirt- but he wasn't out of the water just yet.  He could feel the vampires everywhere.  In fact, he'd never been surrounded by this many and his senses began to overwhelm him.  With a deep breath, he slid against the wall of the house he'd come out of, peering around the corner to get a glimpse of this place, and was once again surprised.  So it was a village?  An entire community of them.  Surreal.<br/><br/>Where were they all?  He could feel them, but couldn't see them.  Making a dash for the trees probably wouldn't work in his favour.  He elected to carefully move between the houses, his senses on high alert.  He held the flog as well as he could, which was trying when he needed both of his hands in tandem.  He stopped cold when he heard some movement nearby.  Asher backed against the wall and held his breath.  It was very, very likely that whatever was nearby had smelled him, and wanted to check it out.  Indeed, he saw its shadow moving against the wall ahead of him.  It would soon round the corner, and they would clash.  Asher decided to use that position to his advantage.<br/><br/>He rolled against the wall and struck out with the flog, its barbed wires coiling rapidly around its neck and digging into its throat.  It sputtered in both surprise and pain.  He lifted his boot and pushed against the creatures chest as he pulled tightly on the snare.  With a sickening gurgle it shred through tissue and bone, severing its head in a gruesome display of blood and gore.  Disgusted, he kicked the decapitated head into the alleyway, and made quickly to remove himself from the scene.  He could tell he'd made a stir in the atmosphere.  Vampires were on the move now, and there was no doubt he would encounter more soon.