<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"Yes, I am aware." Clear amusement with Carter taking offence to not having been woken up, even if he'd really needed those extra hours." <br/>
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"Five minutes and thirty-seconds," Asa murmured, having up until then been silently listening as Carter recounted his story for a second time. An agonizing five minutes. Moving away from the heat of the fireplace, Asa came to crouch down in front of Carter, "I was simply curious if you might have remembered anything more since last night." And Carter had just made this day so much simpler, for the both of them. And now with that out of the way. <br/>
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Straightening up, he held out his hand for Carter to take, "Come," pulling the male to his feet. The hall was empty, the staff having dispersed as Asa lead the way through the house, down a flight of stairs that led  past the staff quarters and a dark hall with a heavy door at the far end. One of the few doors that stayed locked at all times and only Asa had the keys too. Keys that he now reached into his jacket to retrieve, the ring of keys rattling against one another. The door opened onto a set of stone stairs that led deeper beneath the house which opened into a narrow hall, wood and wrought iron doors on either side of the stone walls. There was an eerie silence that hung over the dimly lit hall, a cold draft leading down an even longer hall, more doors on either side of the thick stone walls, lights scattered along the ceiling. Stopping in front of one of the heavy door, Asa used another key to unlock it. Pushing it open, he stepped aside to let Carter enter before following behind and shutting it behind them. <br/>
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The foul smell would likely be the first thing a person noticed on entering. Blood, piss and fear blended in a The most arresting sight on stepping into the room would be the bound man teetering on his toes, his wrists shackled high above his head to a secure hook in the ceiling, a single swinging florescent bulb lighting the room a gloomy hue. The windowless room was mostly bare; save for the hooks that lined the far wall, tools ranging from cattle prods to cruel scythes; a series of shelves and cupboards holding various jars and flasks, some empty, some holding a cocktail of unidentifiable liquids; A stainless steel tool table sat just to the right of the door, neatly lined with one might mistake for surgical instruments at first glance. <br/>
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The heavy slam of the door caused the prisoner to stir, finally lifting his head to look between the two of them, "Oh, God," he choked on a sob, the chains rattling as he tugged futilely at his restraints. Blood stained most of his naked body, carefully placed cuts and lacerations causing the maximum amount of pain with the minimum likelihood that the man would bleed out before Asa wanted him too. The only part of his body left untouched by wounds of any kind was his face, tear stained and twisted in pain. <br/>
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"This is what I wanted to show you." Asa pocketed the keys, studying Carter's countenance, "Do you recognize this man, Carter?"</span>