And why are you strapped to that chair?” added the other, staring. “Tortured, too,” Ivan supplied inventively. Nanja, Rish, wake up! “Horribly. For hours.” The second man peered in suspicion. “I don’t see any marks.” “It was psychological torture.”
“What kind?”
“Well,” Ivan said, beginning with the first thought that rose to his mind, “they took off all their clothes, and then—”
The first man said, “Don’t talk to him, you fool! The job’s gone wrong. Toss the place and let’s split.”
“Hey, it gets better—don’t you want to know about the ice cubes … ?

Lois McMaster Bujold, Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance (via nanoishuge)