Sam's screams were truly deafening, his eyes utterly glazed over with tears as Shadow's deft hands moved over him.  When the forceps grabbed his tongue, however, only a terrified squeak emerged, followed by assorted sounds of torment as the little muscle was cut.  Sam coughed and choked on the blood coming from the stump of his tongue, laying his head to the side to try and keep the blood from going into his lungs.  The loss of his tongue had well and truly silenced him, and aside from the occasional cough, he laid limp in his restrants, too terrified to give the slightest murmur of protest.  Blood trickled out from his mouth without pause, and he felt a horrible shiver of terror as he saw his lifeblood seeping out of him.<br/><br/>Sam was filled with pain, yet something in him had progressed far beyond fear as his entire body hung limp.  He now knew for certain that he was going to die in this place, and he wouldn't even be able to speak coherently to beg for mercy while he was dying.  The tears on his face dried up as a strange peace came over him, most likely from blood loss, and his eyes moved up to meet Shadow's as she inserted his severed tongue into his rectum, the warm and bloody organ giving him a strangely pleasurable sensation.  His eyes held no hint of resistance, only a very deep pain and a strange existential submission.