"If you've got this temporarily under control, Lucien, I'll go back and make sure Angus is alright," Robert said, knowing that seeing the bodies of tortured men had to bother him. He turned to walk back towards the cabin.
"After Robert and Lucian see them, then let's gather them up so we can study them later." Angus suggested. He walked away from the torture devices and he walked over to the shelves with bottles of potions. he looked at a few of the labels, most of them written in Latin, and he took a bottle off the shelf and opened it and smelled it. The moment he smelled it, his mind was thrown back again to more memories of suffering at her hands. It caused his stomach to turn. He put the cork back in the bottle and put the bottle back on the shelf "I suggest you don't touch these," Angus told her quietly. "I think every one of these are dark potions. I think that's why the labels are all in Latin."
He went to the walls lined with weapons. He'd seen similar ones in Robert's collection but Robert kept these under lock and key because they were particularly barbaric and violent.
"Definitely don't touch these either. Stay well back from them. Robert has these too, but, unlike these, he stores them in an inoperable condition and he has them under lock and key. These are very operable and most of them operate with a hair trigger that could go off just by being touched. These will have to be removed by a weapons expert because if we meddle with them, someone's going to get badly hurt or...." He was interrupted by another sliding sound. He whirled around and saw Minos had managed to open a trap door in the floor.
"Oh, what now?" Angus sighed, not sure he really wanted to know. He saw Minos flutter down into the hole, and Angus went over, his wand lit, and he saw old wooden stairs. He took a few steps down the stairs and looked. The sight was overwhelming for him, and he sat down on the stairs, needing a minute. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and then he went down to the bottom.
He found himself now in a workroom. There were saws, hammers, nails, bins of lumber, cabinets of hinges and bolts, bolts of fabric and stuffing, sewing machines, scrap bins full of fabric, stuffing, wood scraps and more. There was sawdust and thread and stuffing on the floor. And at the far end of the room, stood upright and leaning against the wall, there were rows of freshly made wooden caskets that had been fashioned to look exactly like the one that Priscilla had trapped him in. They were even being stained and scented to look and smell like old, used coffins. He went up the steps, and Minos fluttered up ahead of him. Angrily, he slammed the trap door shut. Infuriated, he wasn't ready to see one more old memory.