Thorn frowned and touched her fingers gently to his cheek bone below the now missing eye.  Without Shadow’s company, Thorn always found it hard to flip the switch inside of herself…the one that allowed her to disassociate herself from her own actions.  She leaned down and softly kissed his neck as he turned his head to the side.  Glancing at the smeared message she nodded silently knowing that his mind had snapped, as most of them do and he had just become as sick and twisted as herself and Shadow.   Tenderly she turned his head back to her and with a soft smile she whispered, “Did it hurt?”<br/><br/>Her question was not a sadistic one as she genuinely felt horrible for what they were doing to him.  Seeing someone not being able to fight back the things that are inflicted upon them actually made Thorn angry.  She sighed and walked over to a shelving unit located near the entryway and grabbed a towel which she brought back over to him.  Using the towel to wipe the blood from his mouth she began to hum a childhood lullaby to him.  When his face was clean she smiled with satisfaction and asked, “Would you like some water perhaps?”