(no subject)
And then Chainsaw turns on the lights.
Tile floor. Tile walls. Tile ceiling, but nobody looks at that. (Can't be too careful about those arterial sprays.)
A plain metal table in the middle of the room.
Hung all along the walls, an assortment of anonymous black cases, plus other more identifiable instruments of pain.
[ooc: Uh, just in case: TORTURE THREAD. Read at own risk.]
Tile floor. Tile walls. Tile ceiling, but nobody looks at that. (Can't be too careful about those arterial sprays.)
A plain metal table in the middle of the room.
Hung all along the walls, an assortment of anonymous black cases, plus other more identifiable instruments of pain.
[ooc: Uh, just in case: TORTURE THREAD. Read at own risk.]