Sam stirred from the basket he was lying in, crawling out with his head down.  He'd been living this way for so long, it had become normal to him.  He had vague memories of some kind of life before his present one, but they were becoming dimmer and dimmer as time went on.  He had memories of being able to speak, but he was beginning to doubt they were any more than dreams.  He'd been born in that dark dungeon, and he could scarcely imagine any other life.  How could he possibly live without Master?<br/><br/>She called for him, and he came.  Things never got any more complicated than that.  She was his master, and he was Her pet.  Sometimes he would tackle her, but today wasn't the day for it.  Sam knew that Master sometimes wanted it that way, even if she screamed and kicked and stabbed him with knives in the heat of the moment.  Sam's necklace clinked against him as he crawled, his length hardening on the way as he imagined what his Master might want with him.  He finally clambered onto the deck, leaning against Thorn's leg.  Sam slowly pulled himself up onto her lap, and looked into his master's eyes, a hopeful expression on his face.  He didn't notice anything in his surroundings but Master, the woman who was the center of his world, such as it was.