Thorn returned from the table with a power saw, a needle full of Morphine, an iron, and tears running down her cheeks.  After placing everything else down onto the floor and plugging in the iron, she brought the needle over to him and roughly grabbed the muscle of his upper arm, pushing the needle through the skin before pressing down on the plunger.  “There.  That should make what I am about to do be a little easier for you,” she whispered before removing the syringe and tossing it onto the floor.<br/><br/>The switch in her mind was flipped and her eyes took on intensity comparable to a tiger stalking its prey.  She picked up the saw and plugged it in.  Wasting no time, she pressed her lips tightly together and applied the saw to his right ankle.  Blood sprayed into the air and onto her face leaving liquid red freckles everywhere.  As soon as she hit the bone, she leaned into her forearms with her body and pressed down with as much strength as she could, the bone snapping under the blade.  Normally she would have left his foot hanging by the back tendons and skin, but this was not a matter of torture, this was a matter of safety for her and Shadow.   She finished the amputation, allowing his severed foot to thump onto the floor.<br/><br/>Thorn turned off the saw and picked up the iron, applying it to his bloody stump of an ankle.  The heat slowly stopped the bleeding and she tugged roughly on the skin as she ironed the ends together, flesh melding with flesh.  Once satisfied with her work, she repeated the entire process on his left foot, and when she was done she returned all of her tools back to the table.  If he had made any sound throughout the entire process, Thorn would not have heard him.  Once that switch in her mind was flipped, she was not completely there…