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When we got to their house, I was led through the garage directly to this really amazing basement. One half looked like a well equipped rec room. But, behind a locked panel that Robert opened, was a dungeon. There was an x shaped cross, a padded bench, chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of implements hanging on the walls or on shelves. I thought how many of these things would be used on me or in me in the next two days.