Alex was pretty impressed with himself, managing to stay awake for the first three hours of the torture, not many could do that when your chest and stomach were being ripped open.  As his chest closed itself and healed he took in a deep breath through his newly healed lungs and his eyes flew open as he tried to get the blurry, glazed feeling off of his eyes.  Blinking several times he groaned as he put his hand to his stomach and held the skin together hissing a bit as he let the wounds heal.  With him being awake they'd heal a bit faster since he could direct the healing.<br/><br/>Once his stomach was back to normal he sighed and sat up swinging his legs over the edge of the table.  Looking in the buckets he saw just about all of his blood in the buckets, good.  Chaos had done that for him at least.  Shahara wanted his blood, she'd get it.  Every demon, no matter how strong they were could only handle so much energy.  Shahara would be able to handle this amount of blood, but without releasing the energy in a fight or some damn wild sex, she'd get too much and it would kill her.  That was the new plan.  Her using his own energy on him would just help him, not hurt him, so he wasn't worried about that.<br/><br/>Pouring all of his blood into one large back that was actually fairly sturdy he smirked and looked at the human female.<br/>"I'm going to port home to shower.  When I'm done we'll get out of these cuffs."