"You cannot be here," one of the orderlies insist, but there was not enough of her to physically stop Danae from unshuttering the cell marked<em>A. </em><br/><br/>Within that cell was a chair, sturdy wood with tough restraints, a harness for the head with metal cylinders for directing electric current. A strong chemical odor of chlorine could not fully disguise the sweat of terror in the shock therapy chamber, but mercifully the cell was unoccupied.<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/xqL7Vcs.gif)<br/><br/>Beside it, the cell marked<em>B </em>contained a long, low cage, like the frame of a bed into which a body could lie locked and restrained in iron-runged discomfort. There was no one within.<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/jDigykM.jpg)<br/><br/>Either orderly gave the intruders a wide berth. They put their backs to cell G as Danae and Corinne worked around the perimeter, and one began to yell, "Help! Help!"<br/>But would her voice even be heard, through the rumbling thunder and whine of the manor's pipes?<br/><br/>In the cell marked<em>E, </em>Corinne was confronted with the controls for a device of vertiginous torture, where an unwilling body could be fastened to grim carousel and spun to senselessness, until the mind retreated into a state of fainting nausea. But there was no orderly to conduct the experiment, no body within the device.<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/wdXAead.jpg)<br/><br/>No better was the cell marked<em>D, </em>in which a seat combined unyielding belts and stockade frame to force a patient into blinders, a box with absolute control over the human senses. In that moment, the chair was unoccupied.<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/0kyiArP.jpg)<br/><br/>Between Danae's search and Corinne's, cell<em>C </em>was arranged with mirrors like a funhouse maze. A viewer could not help but catch sight of herself, peeking in through the shutter, from half a dozen different curated angles. And the reflection of another, a woman masked in porcelain with a bandaged hand, restrained to the seat within. It was strange- in all reflections but one she seemed quite calm, but in that one reflection she ever seemed to be thrashing, fighting for her freedom.