She walks into the dungeon, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. She spots the rack and walks towards it, her heart racing with excitement. She lies down on the rack, her arms and legs secured tightly. The torturer enters the room and approaches her, his tools glinting in the dim light. He begins with the whip, lashing her back with all his might. She screams in agony, but he continues, relishing in her pain. He moves on to the hot irons, branding her flesh with his sadistic glee. She writhes in agony, tears streaming down her face. The torturer chuckles as he watches her suffer, his twisted mind finding pleasure in her pain.