<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis let out a moan, trying to shift her position to take the pressure off her knee, before the chill of the air hit her, her eyes flying open, the world still spinning slowly around her. Spinning, because she herself was hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring at the floor. She attempted to twist herself again. Letting out a hiss as the ropes tightened against her waist, forcing her back into the same position. She glared up at Illian, her blood boiling. She knew what he did to women in this room. Hell she’d even brought some naive young things here for him to play with. They’d trusted her because she was a woman, and it had been so easy to lure them here. She was certain that somewhere beneath the pool of raven locks beneath her, their blood still stained the floor.</span>