(Serpington, Tabitha tossed Rachel ONTO her shoulder. The usual phasing may be over, but it meant on.)
Tabitha swept into the basement. Dimly lit, and worsening as the sun set, tables with straps and chains sat in rows. Many where stained red. Implements, large, small, old, new, hung on the wall. Each had beenn cleaned thoroughly before being put back, and shone dully.
She tossed Rachel on one of the tables, spiked cuffs waiting. She smiled as she arranged Rachel's limbs and shut the cuffs. Blood oozed over the bonds. "Now to wait for those idiots to be done."
Upstairs, Gyrus laughed. He lashed out at Max, forcing him back to avoid his blows. They aimed at his throat, his chest, his stomach. Only places with vitals.