*She hung from a braided silver rope from the ceiling, the silver cutting and burning into her wrists. Her weight twirled the rope around so that she turned slowly like a meat on display. The tips of her toes barely touched the ground. She was bleeding from several strikes of a silver whip on her skin. In some places, the whip cut through more than once or twice and the skin hung in tatters, burning and sizzling from residue silver. The whole room smelled like blood, metal, and human ...