Sam met Thorn's eyes for a moment and quickly bounded off after her.  He stayed as close to Thorn's ankles as possible, knowing that if he strayed to far, he'd be beaten for a lack of loyalty.  Of course, if he came in and nuzzled her, he'd be beaten for being "too cute."  Not that it mattered really, he'd been half castrated, and had discovered that another chunk of his rational mind was gone, leaving in it's place a crude animal mind.  Very little mattered to Sam anymore outside of pleasure and pain; there was very little else that the beast who was once a boy could understand.<br/><br/>Sam demurely walked into Thorn's bedroom, and proceeded to the bathroom.  Sam quickly walked to the shower stall where he was expected to go, according to Thorn's routine.  According to the routine, he sat on his knees, his head bowed and his hands at his sides.  Sometimes, Thorn would spray him off with a hose in the shower stall, or take him by the chin and brush his teeth.  Other times he would be handed soap or a toothbrush, and told to handle his business on his own.  Sam had given up control of those aspects of his life completely, allowing his master to decide when and how he bathed and brushed his teeth.  Occasionally, he would be treated like a completely unintelligent beast, and have everything done for him.  Other times, he would be given a modicum of freedom to do with his toiletries as he wished.<br/><br/>As Thorn's pet sat kneeling, his mind was completely blank, unable to focus on anything at all, not with the sudden loss of another part of his mind... of his spirit.  Sam simply sat staring at the floor, his eyes half closed and strangely content.  His body had no passion within it, in notable contrast to his usual evening trips to Thorn's bathroom.  Nothing came from his lips but a thin trickle of air, slow and relaxed.