Once Elizabeth had left, Thorn stood up and looked at Sam.  His resiliency was amazing and probably the only reason he was still alive.  Any other young man would have given up on life by now…but not Sam…not<em>her</em>Sam.  She knew what she had done and felt it was an appropriate punishment for his wandering eye.  “I’m no longer mad now, Sam,” she whispered as she released his wrists from the rope that held him captive.  Normally she would have just let him fall to the ground, but instead she wrapped her arms lovingly around him and slowly lowered them both to the ground where she sat and cradled him, rocking slowly back and forth.<br/><br/>While smoothing his hair and whispering incoherent soothing words, Thorn’s eyes came to rest on the bloody pulp just a few feet away from them.  Perhaps not all was lost.  “Don’t worry, Sam.  I’ll fix things.  I always do,” she said with a smile as she shoved him away and got back to her feet.  She walked over to the small mass of flesh and muscle and reached down to pick it up, scraping whatever did not come easily with her nails.<br/><br/>With his detached testicle contents in her hand, she simply walked upstairs and left Sam lying on the basement floor without even a second glance.  Once at the top she considered switching off the light but decided not to…she knew Sam would clean up his vomit and if she left him in the dark he would probably end up knocking something over again.  The last time it was her suture kit and it took an hour for Thorn to untangle the mess that his clumsiness caused.<br/><br/>In the kitchen, she opened the cabinet and pulled out a small container which she dropped Sam’s breakfast into then put on the lid.  She didn’t want him to feel incomplete, so she would be certain to give him back what she had taken.  After all, she did love Sam.