As I watched their faces turned to masks of horror at my descriptions. Score! “Maybe Hell Confinement is more your style? Do you have the handcuffs and the steel bars ready? Are you going to chain my hands to my feet and let me lie there in my own excrement for hours at a time unable to move or even sit? I don’t see a bar in here. Or maybe you’re set up for the ‘Strappado’ in another one of your rooms? Going to hang me by my arms until I talk? I can tell you that it takes about four hours before your arms dislocate and the tendons start to stretch.” Hutchins looked a little green. I smiled at him and he lost it vomiting on the floor.
“Messy messy, gonna have to clean that up. So Mr Kirkland, what will it be? Choose wisely, because if you don’t kill me, I will certainly kill you!” The pale
