You are in a dungeon, there is no other word for it. it is underground, stone floored, stone walls and set with chains. You are also naked, humiliating and chilly. Your arms are held above you, chained to the wall pulling your shoulders wide and making your wrists and shoulders ache. Your feet are no better, chained wide appart drawing you into a human 'X' shape. The rough stone floor is hard upon your bare feet, in this spot the stone floor seems specially roughened, little sharp shards of stone seem to cut into your feet. The bit gag in your mouth pulled tight up to your wisdom teeth, stretching your jaw and tstretching the skin, making you pant and drool. Then there is the stone behind you. As if it were specifically placed for you. It sticks out from the wall at waist height, poking out about a foot, forcing you to arch your back forward, pulling your shoulders further back, forcing you to put more weight on your toes. The cold water doesn't help. Running from a crack in the roof above you. ice cold as if it came straight from the north pole. Dropping onto your head and then trickling down your body.
Physical pain is not enough, psychological torture is needed. On the wall oposite you hang onjects which seem designed to make life even more uncomfortable: all manner of whips, crops, spanking paddled. All designed to bruise and break pretty white skin. Manu spiked objects from small pin wheels and pin cusions to boards and shoes with spikes set into them. Most worrying of all there is the one source of heat here. A coal brazier. Glowing coals sit in this iron basket and next to it hang pokers and tongs. items which can be heated in the glow or which can safely pick out a glowing coal. What awaits you in this cell.
you hang by your wrists and shiver.