Tennyson eased Regan slowly to the ground when he was finished with the torture. Throwing a blanket over her shaking body, he left her by herself some minutes, letting her climb back into some conscious thought. When he returned to the dungeon, he had the slave cage ready. This one was built for transport, so that the unknowing eye would have no clue what kind of livestock was housed inside. There were plenty of breathing holes in all four sides and in the top; otherwise the cage was crampeda mean place for a recently punished slave. Before he shoved her inside, he gave her a sip or two of liquid, something sweet and replenishing.
The transport will not take long, he told her as he closed the top of the cage over her head. As youve probably guessed, I did a lot of creative threatenin
