The torture storage room is a well organized room of equipment, there are lashes and cat-o-nine tails hanging from the wall, several malicious devices covered by tarp. There is a iron maiden on a dolly, some clubs for plainly breaking thigh bones in one corner, along with jars of thumbscrews, boxes or pins and a big table with ropes and a crank that stretches people until they are really uncomfortable
Torture equipment storage room, Dungeon
person
king
I am a king of the whole empire. I give rules and pursuit them. I am brave and fearless.
You there, are you the new torturer in chief of my Kingdom? Who, me? Why would I ever work for you? I mean, I'm the King of the Empire - everybody works for me.  And you are currently hanging out in my Torture equipment room. So you either work for me, or are a thief with some very strange tastes. I don't belong to your kingdom. I'm my own free person. Some strange fate has found me among the equipment in this torture room? Right, time to test out this equipment then - Guards, some assistance is needed with the thumbscrews! Ha! Your guards won't recognize you without your crown! You'll be the one trapped in the iron maiden in a few minutes! You are a looney aren't you?  They're my guards so of course they recognize me.  If you had ever had a job you would have been paid in money - and whose face is on that money?  Mine! You are a wicked king! You don't deserve to rule over anyone. I come from a land of patriots! So I couldn't care less about your face or the money it's printed on! Patriots?  What foolishness is this?  Democracy is the tyranny of the majority! Don't speak bad about my country when you enslave ninety percent of your population to do your dirty work. I'm just rather fortunate that an enemy of the crown was foolish enough to walk into a torture chamber! You may think of me as a fool, but I know that after I lift this tarp, these spring-loaded traps will tear your face off. Then I will be the king!