Not long after the two came inside the dark room, torches sprang to life, illuminating the room with a bright but unnatural glow. The following instruments that were seen here looked disturbingly devious, ranging from whips of all shapes, lengths and designs - there was even a disturbing looking cat-o'-nine-tails that had shards of metal sticking out in various places to boot - to some of the more extremely painful looking machines. But it was also clearly apparent that the room seemed to revel in one's creativity and not just brute force due to the various lengths of chains that dangled from the ceiling above the two, clinking quietly against the other when the draft of air from the door closing blew past them. On some of the chains, there were what appeared to be large hooks, ones normally used to suspend butchered meat off of.
Dead glanced around with a seemingly pleased smile on his face as he began eyeing the various tools and things here in this chamber, already knowing full well what he had in mind.
"This more to your liking, Kieran?" He asked as he began to move about in a slow, methodical manner.