Felicity's quick steps slowed to a horrified halt inside the torture chamber; there was no attempt disguising the purpose of the place.<br/><br/>Metal gleamed everywhere in the torchlight of the room; a large fire in a broad hearth was banked directly across from the doorway, and a series of pokers were carefully set in a rack that seemed specially made for them, along with other devices of fire-darkened metal.<br/><br/>Metal wasn't the only color in the room, though at first glance it seemed to dominate. In several areas there were chains with manacles, and other devices she dared not try to name nor think of their purpose. But there was wood here, too - wood that looked like it had once been bright and clean, before being formed into strange tables and shapes, a large X set against one wall, and nearly all of it stained with unknown darknesses in the time since their creation.<br/><br/>In the cage outside the room, the elfin woman wormed forward in the cage; swaths of cloth bound her arms to her sides, her legs tight together, and four chains stretching in from each upper corner to attach to a wide leather belt around her waist prevented her from moving more than two shuffling steps in any direction, but with an eager incomprehensible noise she strained forward against the chains, nuzzling against the hand that stroked over her hair.