Freeze.

I stay perfectly still. Sometimes traps like this don't activate until you take your foot off the pressure plate. There might be a way to get free. And I have to get free. I don't know what this trap will do to me, but it's bound to be something impossibly humiliating. I hate to lose and I'm not going to let Rinelda's little devices beat me.

Carefully, I take a lockpick from my belt and fiddle around the edges of the stone. It takes a while, and there's a couple of hair-raising moments, but soon enough I hear a series of clicks. Slowly, cautiously, I take my foot off the stone. I'm expecting at any moment to be dragged away by my hair, stripped nude and whipped to within an inch of my life, or something horrible and embarrassing like that.

Nothing happens. I disarmed the trap successfully. Time to leave and never look back. I slink out of the room, back up the stairs, this time intending to follow them all the way to the top.