Shadow smiled at him, his face seemed to have been taken by innocence amidst all of the pain and suffering his flesh had had to endure. She crossed to the fridge and took from it a small carton of milk, opened it and placed a small straw in it… she put it close to his head and smiled..<br/><br/>“Drink it slowly…” she grinned as she moved to the stumps that ended his legs, the thin scent of burned flesh still hanging amidst the reek of other fluids…<br/><br/>With deliberation she started to unbuckle the leather straps that bound him to the table, safe in the knowledge that there was little likelihood of him striking out at her as she released him, besides, with the way his mind had seemingly tipped she felt a certain ‘unity’ of his thoughts… she looked up and smiled, for all intentions the face of a caring angel, albeit a dark one. With the last of his binds free, he was now able to move a little easier…<br/><br/>“Well, now, seeing as we will be having a ‘house guest’.” She flashed him a grin, “We had better make you a little more comfortable….” She narrowed her eyes a little…<br/><br/>