Thorn carried the bucket back to the room and placed it near the unconscious Sam.  After surveying the room once more, she decided it would be easier to start cleaning it, instead of him first.  Her first task was the table…Sam’s first stop in their basement.  She donned rubber gloves and began to scrub away the now dried blood and urine from the table, rinsing it off with the hose afterward.  As she was spraying the filth on the floor towards the center drain an extremely unpleasant scent assaulted her nose, causing her to grimace.  She knew exactly what the smell was and some incoherent grunts and babbling from Sam confirmed it…he had just taken a shit.  Thorn rolled her eyes then let her eyelids close for a few moments before turning around to face him.<br/><br/>She would have admonished him, perhaps even belittled him, but the glazed look in his eye told her he wouldn’t hear a word she said.  “Always on my watch…they always end up shitting on the goddamn floor when Shadow isn’t around,” she grumbled as she walked over and raised the hose.  She considered hitting him with the usual forceful stream of water, but decided against it…the probability of watery shit flying into her face made the decision for her.  She turned the nozzle to a gentle spray and then began to rinse off the stench from Sam’s body.  He gave a small nod of what seemed appreciation before closing his eye once more and allowing his head to drop.  The sight of him crucified to the wall didn’t sit well with Thorn for some reason.  Perhaps it was sympathy…perhaps it was the meeting with Dino this morning…but Thorn finished hosing him off then went into the storage room to find a few things.<br/><br/>A cheap cot, a length of chain about three feet long, two padlocks, and a thick leather collar were the items she now carried back in with her and dropped onto the floor.  To the left of Sam was a metal pole that housed a large ring around it which slid up and down easily.  To this ring, Thorn attached the chain using one of the padlocks, placing the key in her pocket.  She then pushed the cot over against the pole and opened it up.  The thin rubber pad that was supposed to be a mattress was already covered with a white sheet and she looked down at the makeshift bed with satisfaction.  Now to move Sam…<br/><br/>Thorn walked over and released his arms from their prison, allowing him to fall to the ground.  After taking a few steps back she pointed to the cot and said only one word, “Crawl”.