Accept his offer.

You swallow your pride and shudder a bit thinking what you will have to do to ?convince? the judge. You guess degrading yourself sexually in private is better then being tortured in public, and you have known even the smartest of men can do the stupidest things around you and thus leave you an opening.

?I agree to your terms?, you quietly respond.

?Take her to my private quarters for further interrogation?, the judge orders.

The guards manhandle you out of the courtroom and down the hall to the judge?s chambers.

The chamber is large and well decorated. The walls covered with book cases filled with ancient tombs, with the exception of two other doors on the opposite wall. In the middle of the room, all by itself is a heavy wooden, high back, armless, chair that is bolted to the floor. There are metal cuffs on the front chair legs and two on the side of the chair level with the seat. Obviously he has done this before, which doesn?t bode well for you.

The only one in the room is a large man wearing the light armor of a city guard but with a tabard with the judge?s heraldry. He is very tall with a scruff reddish beard; probably a Northman and personal guard to the judge. He points to the chair and nods at the courtroom guards escorting you.

You are forced down on the chair and your ankles and wrists secured to the chair?s cuffs, so you are sitting with your arms going straight down your side. A chained collar is put around your next with the chain slipping through a small hole in the back of the chair around you next level. The chain?s collar is secured behind the chair, but it is not brought taught, so that you have a little slack to move your head.

The guards chuckle as they leave while the big Northman smiles and enjoys the view.