"The door should be on the north wall," Robert said, going around the room to the north wall. He drew his cigarette case from his pocket. Finding the cigarettes still dry, he lit one.
"This not the most opportune time to smoke, Robert," Kate said.
"Watch and learn, my dear," Robert said. He started to move slowly from one corner of the northern wall to the other, holding the cigarette up to the wall. About a third of the way across the room, the smoke was sucked out of the room. "Here," Robert said. "It's here. Look. See how the cigarette smoke is drawn out of the room through the crack between the wall and the door." He used the cigarette to find exactly where the top, the sides and the bottom of the door was. "Feel around. There has to be some sort of secret switch. A lot of these tiled rooms had a tile that would flip open like a little door, and it would reveal a button that would release the catch on the door. Let's see if we can find it."
Angus wasn't sure what happened to him. The last he knew, the rug was coiled around him and was trying to suffocate him. As he looked around to see where he was, he found himself. And then it registered with him. He was chained to a wooden table--one he knew too well. This was a rack, and this room was another torture chamber. Not again. Not one more time. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to cope. His mind seemed to be buckling.
"Your mind has been so deliciously open," the woman's voice came to him. "You're such a babe, and your keepers have not kept you in arms as they should. I know far more about you than I should. I saw the torture chambers. You showed them to me yourself in your sleep. So, of course, where would I keep you, dear boy? You've shown me all. Your greatest loves and your greatest fears."
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"What is it? Money? Power? What?"
"Well," she shrugged, "I suppose those excuses are as good as any, but the question you should be puzzling over is why you, in particular. Now, I must leave you, You can either work it out in our mind or you can let the discomfort drive you mad." She flicked her fingers at the axle on the rack and it turned until Angus felt like his shoulders were going to be ripped from their sockets. Then she turned and left him there, shut the iron door with a clang and locked it.