Sam stirred in his bonds and opened his eye, taking a careful look at Thorn.  The sides of his mouth curved upwards as he looked at her, just before his pain returned as he regained consciousness.  The one thing he noticed was that his fear was gone.  The two women had shown their intentions clearly, and he now knew he was going to die in this basement, it was only a matter of when and by whose hand.  He had accepted that, and it gave him a strange sense of security.  Noticing the sad look in Thorn's eyes, Sam began to wonder if she was going to play good cop to Shadow's bad cop.  Not that it mattered really, he felt himself prepared to give the girl's anything they wanted.<br/><br/>He blinked a couple of times, pushing away his fatigue as he took a deep breath, happy to not have inhaled another lungfull of blood this time.  He grunted a bit as his fingers ran over the messages he had left on the table, smearing them a bit as he remembered what exactly he wanted in exchange for submission.  He wanted blood, whether his own or someone else's, and was quite willing to give up his other eye or maybe an ear to get it.  He giggled a bit, the endorphins from the agony he had experienced giving him a pleasant tingling feeling throughout his body.  The laugh led to him coughing up more blood, however, and his head rolled to the side, gasping for air.