Soon enough the stairs were opening into a small hallway and ahead of them was another door, one that seemed to have even more dark energy pulsing from it. "This is the Crimson Lord's torture room." She spoke in a soft voice as she walked towards the door and was pushing it open, not even bothered by the smell or the sight. Not at first anyways. Although she was giving a horrified gasp when she spotted one of the prisoners that was pinned up in there like they were a trophy. One of the older woman that had taken to trying to protect a lot of the younger slaves, taking the punishments that were meant for them. And it seemed that the sword was currently impaled through her chest, keeping her pinned to the wall. It was obvious that she had been dead for a while though.