The conversation during the rest of the meal was more polite than anything else, although Thorn caught herself smiling on more than one pause in the chatter.  To the rest of the restaurant they simply looked like two friends catching up on old memories but at least one person would know exactly what Thorn was doing and he kept his head down as he should.  Towards the end of the meal Thorn watched Sam with sideward glances which she knew that he could read; this was confirmed when he stabbed the fork into his hand.<br/><br/>The ride home was made in relative silence as was their entrance back into the house.  Thorn waited for Sam to disappear into the basement and then she turned to Elizabeth with a smile, “Please…make yourself at home…I need to check on Sam and then I would like to show you something.”  And without another word, Thorn herself retreated into the basement as her smile quickly faded from her face.<br/><hr/><br/>Once Sam was sufficiently hung from the ceiling, Thorn brought Elizabeth down the dark steps so that she may watch Sam receive his punishment.  This was more of a test to see if Elizabeth would be a liability or an ally.  After making sure her guest was comfortably seated on the chaise lounge, Thorn walked over to Sam and frowned as she removed his blindfold.<br/><br/>Wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her body against his, she looked into his eye almost apologetically.  They had such a good week then he had to go fuck up again and now she had to teach him a lesson.  “I told you once before, Sam…you do not stare at my associates…it makes them quite uncomfortable,” she began as she lightly kissed his cheek and then slowly moved to his ear.  Whispering so that Elizabeth would not hear her, “Did you like what you saw?  Were you picturing her naked underneath you?  Do you think she could pleasure you better than I could, Sam?”<br/><br/>Her eyes returned to his single one and she took a step back, her face turning from serene into something more twisted…something that Sam would surely know means pain.  “Well do you, Sam?!” she yelled, breaking the silence that had overcome the dark room.  “Maybe I won’t let you!” she screamed as she spun around and stormed off to the long metal table which held many items on its surface.<br/><br/>Turning back to face him she held at her side a large roast fork, “When you use a fork to inflict pain, Sam…you must use more force!”  She dropped to her knees, the sound of her kneecaps cracking onto the cement echoing through the room, and grabbed Sam‘s testicles.  Pulling the flesh taut, she raised the fork and brought it down through his vas deferens on the left side which was protruding through his skin and ripped the fork toward herself to sever any skin the fork was not able to rip through.  After the contents of his left testicle were ripped out, Thorn stared at the frayed bloody skin and frowned.<br/><br/>“Dammit Sam.  Now I’ll have to stop the bleeding,” she said matter-of-factly as she stood up and walked back over to the table.  “Maybe now with a little less testosterone you can keep your eye where it belongs.”  If Sam or Elizabeth made any sound during the orchiectomy it passed over Thorn, for in her mind all she heard was complete silence as she shuffled through her makeshift suture kit at the table.