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“
You
want
to
play
on
your
Xbox
?
”
I
ask
.
He
laughs
loudly
.
“
No
,
Anastasia
,
no
Xbox
,
no
Playstation
.
Come
.
”
He
stands
,
holding
out
his
hand
.
I
let
him
lead
me
back
out
to
the
corridor
.
On
the
right
of
the
double
doors
,
where
we
came
in
,
another
door
leads
to
a
staircase
.
We
go
up
to
the
second
floor
and
turn
right
.
Producing
a
key
from
his
pocket
,
he
unlocks
yet
another
door
and
takes
a
deep
breath
.
“
You
can
leave
anytime
.
The
helicopter
is
on
standby
to
take
you
whenever
you
want
to
go
;
you
can
stay
the
night
and
go
home
in
the
morning
.
It
’
s
fine
whatever
you
decide
.
”
“
Just
open
the
damn
door
,
Christian
.
”
He
opens
the
door
and
stands
back
to
let
me
in
.
I
gaze
at
him
once
more
.
I
so
want
to
know
what
’
s
in
here
.
Taking
a
deep
breath
I
walk
in
.
And
it
feels
like
I
’
ve
time
-
traveled
back
to
the
sixteenth
century
and
the
Spanish
Inquisition
.
Holy
fuck
.
*
*
*
The
first
thing
I
notice
is
the
smell
:
leather
,
wood
,
polish
with
a
faint
citrus
scent
.
It
’
s
very
pleasant
,
and
the
lighting
is
soft
,
subtle
.
In
fact
,
I
can
’
t
see
the
source
,
but
it
’
s
around
the
cornice
in
the
room
,
emitting
an
ambient
glow
.
The
walls
and
ceiling
are
a
deep
,
dark
burgundy
,
giving
a
womb
-
like
effect
to
the
spacious
room
,
and
the
floor
is
old
,
old
varnished
wood
.
There
is
a
large
wooden
cross
like
an
X
fastened
to
the
wall
facing
the
door
.
It
’
s
made
of
high
-
polished
mahogany
,
and
there
are
restraining
cuffs
on
each
corner
.
Above
it
is
an
expansive
iron
grid
suspended
from
the
ceiling
,
eight
-
foot
square
at
least
,
and
from
it
hang
all
manner
of
ropes
,
chains
,
and
glinting
shackles
.
By
the
door
,
two
long
,
polished
,
ornately
carved
poles
,
like
spindles
from
a
banister
but
longer
,
hang
like
curtain
rods
across
the
wall
.
From
them
swing
a
startling
assortment
of
paddles
,
whips
,
riding
crops
,
and
funny
-
looking
feathery
implements
.
Beside
the
door
stands
a
substantial
mahogany
chest
of
drawers
,
each
drawer
slim
as
if
designed
to
contain
specimens
in
a
crusty
old
museum
.
I
wonder
briefly
what
the
drawers
actually
do
hold
.
Do
I
want
to
know
?
In
the
far
corner
is
an
oxblood
leather
padded
bench
,
and
fixed
to
the
wall
beside
it
is
a
wooden
,
polished
rack
that
looks
like
a
pool
or
billiard
cue
holder
,
but
on
closer
inspection
,
it
holds
canes
of
varying
lengths
and
widths
.
There
’
s
a
stout
six
-
foot
-
long
table
in
the
opposite
corner
—
polished
wood
with
intricately
carved
legs
—
and
two
matching
stools
underneath
.
