Sam's eyes finally opened after many hours of unconsciousness.  He looked up at the empty blood packet over him, and smiled.  He was getting to like needles, they always had such wonderful things inside of them.  He squirmed a bit in his bonds, finding that his entire body was numb and pulsing from being restrained so long, to say nothing of the overpowering odor of blood, sweat, and urine he gave off.<br/><br/>He groaned a bot a he wallowed in his own filth, his eyes fluttering open and closed at random intervals in the darkness.  His fingers played against the metal of the table, and he considered writing another message, but decided not to bother in the dark.  As the lights came back on, he blinked and moaned, watching as the woman who had set him free walked down into the basement.  He felt a surge of joy at the sight of her form, smiling like a dog given the chance to see its master after a long day of loneliness.