The dungeon was not a happy place. If imprisoned on the floor, there was ground water (a couple inches) and rats to contend with in the complete darkness.

     If a prisoner merited special treatment, the stocks (lower right of the photo) would clamp a man's ankles and he would dangle downward.

    If VERY special treatment was in store, then the Iron Maiden would be unlocked and opened, the prisoner placed inside, then locked in and hoisted up -- left, so to speak, to hang around.