The Hall Of Chains

You briefly pass a few entrances until you stand next to one with a gleaming shine. You look further down and see that the hallway has metal chains hanging from the ceiling, randomly drapped about in a knotted puzzle, heading further inside.

You bring your feet to move in as you try to follow the chains above through the faint dark. As you go, you notice that the chains are not the only things hanging from the ceiling. At the end of a few are metal and leather collars, wrist restraints, and ankle braces swaying in some unknown wind. As you move they chatter and clank causing strange noises and off putting echoes. More chains begin to pile up in mounds of metal along the bottom of the walls as you head further into the hall, stepping over a few that have spilled out over the floor, passing a left turn before reaching the end of the hall. You finally come to a dark, torch light chamber of old stone brick with wooden pillars, wrapped in chains, holding the roof together above, still with more chains hanging down with the same type of restraints throughout the ceiling.

The room is spread out with oak wood tables holding various tools for unknown uses, metal stocks lined up side by side on the far left half of the room, large steel, rounded coffins with female depictions carved over the front standing straight up, big metal cages, wooden tables with straps and red stains, and more instruments relating to **** or interrogation. The room looks strangely pristine, too pristine to be in a place like this. The wood is still nice and clean, no rotting or anything, and the torches are actually lit, not by some magic but actually fire, as if set recently. It just doesn't seem right for a place in the middle of a swamp within a crumbling ruin to be as clean and well kept as this. Still, the torches give off enough light to see a 2ft high iron lock box to the right of you, secured with a padlock. You also see something very peculiar, odd thick metal suits that seem to act as some kind of mobile prison with small bars over the mouths and between the joints and bends. The midsections are forged to look like the abs of a man or the soft stomach and breasts of a woman. They are strown about the whole chamber and some seem to be made for either a man, with a odd black bag over the crotch area, or a woman, also with a black bag over the crotch but leaves the ass exposed.

There is a doorway on the other side of the room and no sight of anyone around who could have lit the torches. You could inspect the restrictive structures or browse the tools for something useful. Maybe move on or even attempt to open the iron box. And what of the suits?