The inside of the shack was, surprisingly, defense free; it's clear that, if someone could get through the outer defenses, they could get through anything he could make... and he wouldn't want to hurt his captives.<br/><br/>As he approaches, he can detect life sources, inside, about a dozen of them, mortal, and weakly alive. When he opens the door, though, he'll likely wish he hadn't. Inside are the bodies of about thirty or forty women in various states of torture and dismemberment, their blood and other fluids liberally splashed around; several of them look as if they were, literally, fucked to death. The ones still alive, by all rights, shouldn't be, and it's clear some form of magic is sustaining them. The most disturbing part, however, is the fact that all of them have been magically altered, to resemble one of his companions, in the domain, and the still-living ones, when they see him return, look at him and smile; the only one left who can talk, cries out, "Draiss! You're back! We all missed you!"