Sam moaned in his bonds, his cock perking up in response to Thorn's attentions.  He didn't really want to hurt his girlfriend, really, he simply didn't want her spending the rest of her life worrying what had happened to him.  Certainty was far better than doubt after all, and a sacrifice seemed a fair price to pay to do such a nice thing for his girl.  He briefly wondered why Thorn hadn't suggested taking his ears, or his nose, and he still had plenty of teeth that hadn't yet been abused.  He reminded himself to relay a message to that effect the next time he got more free.<br/><br/>Sam smiled as Thorn talked about mutilating him, even giggling a bit when she talked about cutting him in half.  He realized that such tortures would hurt, but he was starting to enjoy being brought so close to death, having his body torn to pieces and tasting his own blood.  His pulse rate dropped as he watched Thorn go to work at the table, a slight smile on his face as he began to prepare himself mentally, knowing he may very well lose consciousness from blood loss.  And yet, he felt safe, secure in the knowledge that the insane women would take everything from him, and then he would die.  His only conflict came from the fear of being weak and holding something back, of dying before he was meant to.  Perhaps, of course, this was only a game, to prolong his death and keep him in as much pain as possible before he expired.  Regardless, he trusted the two predators completely.