She smirked, sinking lower in the water. The mention of a torture chamber should disturb her, but after public floggings, corporal punishment and the wrath of the nobles, what was a knife or rack? Hell was more honest in its approach, or perhaps the water has her feeling more relaxed than she should be.

"Hell lives up to its reputation." Or it must have once. This castle was a wonderful distraction and a good reason to relax her suspicions. At least she wasn't in a public cell for debts.

"It was a shame the Devil didn't greet the new arrivals. I was told he'd personally cast me into the flames for being a harlot."