Sam whimpered when Thorn stepped on a part of his body that he'd previously considered very valuable.  He hung his head in shame as his dinner splashed across the floor, heaving a bit more as blood loss made him light headed.  Finally, he began to have some peace as she stopped the bleeding and stitched him up, the pain receding slightly as the shame caught up with him and enveloped him.<br/><br/>Sam felt even blanker than he had for a long time.  Not only was his humanity gone, but now a certain portion of his masculinity had been taken as well.  His Master took away another part of him, disassembled another part of his ego, and he simply submitted, no longer moaning as he hung with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the terrible pain in his arms.<br/><br/>His mouth burned, his arms felt as if they were going to pop out, and the sensation between his legs was indescribable.  Yet, Sam wasn't even sure that he was feeling all of this.  It all just seemed to wash over him, and he ignored it, silent in his trauma.