Up at the top of the tower, among the gray clouds, is the prison room. The room is round, with a circumference of about 15 feet. The walls are barren and made of stone; only one barred window gives a view out onto the vast landscape. A small bed and a dirty wooden bucket are the only decorations. The desolate princess spends day and night laying on that small bed, wondering where things went wrong
Prison room, Inside Tower
king
young princess
I am a princess taken from a far away land. I've spent my life looking at the world from the top of my tower. I wait for the day when I will finally be free from my prison.
And what is the witch doing here? Well, as you know, magic has been outlawed. This witch here was discovered turning children into toads. Toads?  That seems like a queer hobby to me.  Why would she do that? Why do witches do anything they do? Well, maybe the torturer could find out? The torturer is currently on leave. He was recently gifted a castle that he is decorating. Well . . . maybe we could do it instead?  Father-daughter bonding over a little witch's blood? Oh my...I never expected my daughter to have the blood lust. But I would do anything to bring you joy... Then let us begin!  Shall we start with the kneecaps father?  Oooh, I am too excited to think straight.  You begin first. How about we begin with some gentle splintering? Oh yes father!  Tell me more!  What questions should we ask first?  Or should we even ask any questions?  Maybe we should ask how many lights that she sees, and get her to question her own sanity? Okay, okay. First break off a piece of the wood. Then, ask the witch to produce gold into the bucket. When she fails, stick the wood beneath her fingernails.