Sam gently returned the kiss, leaning forward as much as he could, which in the circumstances was more of a movement of the lips than of the body.  The boy smiled back at his mistress, staring into her eyes as he leaned into the second kiss, feeling enraptured by the attention.  Only as Shadow left did Sam become aware of his uncomfortable position.<br/><br/>He was hanging by his wrists, pulling his legs up to keep the meaty stumps out of contact with the ground.  In such a position, he was effectively crucified, able to breathe easily only when he rested some weight on his stumps.  Fortunately, he could still breathe while hanging, but the strain on his arms was terrible.  Despite the slow torture, he felt better in this position, blood flowing through his body and giving him life.  He also got a certain thrill from the way he hung on the rack like a piece of meat, his body proudly on display.  He swallowed a bit, tasting the fiery pain of his throat as he simply hung there limply, lowering himself to ease the strain every so often.