(Cif, I said it before, I'll say it again. NO BEATLES. I know you have interests in Egypt. I do too. But now is not the time nor the place to pull that. No beatles. This is your last warning on that.)
Danny watched helplessly at they brought her friends in, following as they were taken to the holding chamber underground. Rick was thrown in a cage and had his feet chained to the wall. Cuffs held his hands together. Ryan was hardly better, cuffed to the wall by his wrists, ankles, waist, thighs, and upper arms. Zack was the worst though. Due to him being the leader, Lucinda had him placed in a kneeling position. Molded iron boots, attached to the concrete floor by hinges, closed around his feet. Two more cuffs closed around his knees before he was stretched up painfully toward the iron gloves, too high to reach normally. A muzzle was strapped onto him. She knew everything had magic nullifiers in them and were too strong for even Fukey and Alen together to break.
Lucinda looked up, hearing her in the doorway, and growled. "Do something useful and clean them up. If I find them free, I'll have YOU in those things." Danny nodded quickly and went to work, having brought the water a cloths with her. Lucinda seemed pleased and head up.