The smell of old blood fills your nose as you walked down into this place of hellish nightmare.
The walls of the room are rusted and splattered with old gore, bearing mute testiment to the unhuman acts that have soaked into the very fabric of this room.
The metal is pitted with rust, the clamps and what tools there are here have a deep brown tone to them, speckled with red flecks and splotches.
The atmosphere that once was is still here, a place of terror, agony and suffering creep into your every being, you can almost feel this in your soul.
Most disturbing of all this, is the fact that alot of these tools look like they had been used recently.
Iron maidens, racks and the dreaded Judas Cradle all find a home here, them and many other reflect the sadistic side of the human mind.
From the Ironmaiden you can hear agonized pleas reach your ears with a trembling disembodied voice saying: 'Oro sum et noli me occidere!'
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The walls of the room are rusted and splattered with old gore, bearing mute testiment to the unhuman acts that have soaked into the very fabric of this room.
The metal is pitted with rust, the clamps and what tools there are here have a deep brown tone to them, speckled with red flecks and splotches.
The atmosphere that once was is still here, a place of terror, agony and suffering creep into your every being, you can almost feel this in your soul.
Most disturbing of all this, is the fact that alot of these tools look like they had been used recently.
Iron maidens, racks and the dreaded Judas Cradle all find a home here, them and many other reflect the sadistic side of the human mind.
From the Ironmaiden you can hear agonized pleas reach your ears with a trembling disembodied voice saying: 'Oro sum et noli me occidere!'
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