Inside, I saw things that made my blood run cold. The place looked like a torture chamber.There were chains hanging from the ceiling, a heavy interrogation chair bolted to the floor, and a long wooden whipping bench stained dark from years of use. On one table, I saw pliers, knives, batons, whip, branding iron, and metal hooks neatly arranged like tools in a workshop.Against the wall stood an old stretching rack, used to pull a person’s limbs apart. Beside it was a cage, barely large enough for someone to sit inside. There were also electric pods, thick leather straps, and buckets that I didn’t even want to imagine the purpose of.The entire place smelled of rust, blood and fear.I also noticed a massive metal basin, big enough to fit a human body inside. Nearby was a large fireplace setup, connected to a gas cylinder with a thick pipe running into it.Father turned to me.“Light the fire.”I didn’t dare ask what the fire was for.My hands were shaking as I walked toward it. I bent
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