Yes.

Dago wasn’t going to sit idly by and be someone’s sub for eternity. He didn’t care who they were or how unique he might be. He stole a glance around the room. It was a fairly large bedroom with some expensive looking furnishings. He didn’t see anything that might hold clothes, which would aid his escape, unfortunately. There was a door that lead to a bathroom and another door that he couldn’t open. He tugged with all of his vampiric might, but it didn’t budge. Neither did the locked entrance.

The only thing that looked like it might be of any help to him was the window. He could open the window and even fit outside of it. He looked down and swore softly. That was a long way down, he could see the dusty red earth from here, but it looked so far away.

He grabbed the sheet off of the bed and tried to make something of a rope out of it. He fastened it somewhere secure and tried to climb out of the window. Unfortunately, he was so high up that the sheet couldn’t help him after a few feet. He lost his grip on the cloth and fell to his ****.

Soon, Mephistopheles returned and looked out the window at Dago’s battered body, seemingly miles from the ground. He shook his head. What a waste.