The living room had been turned into a full torture dungeon. Chains hung from the ceiling beams. A metal suspension bar waited in the center. Canes, whips, clamps, electro wands, and the biggest toys I could find were laid out on the table. The red lanterns were dim, casting long shadows over the cold floor.
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