Dungeon,
Westminster,
London
Tuesday 9th March 1536
Dear Henry,
I am writing this letter to explain to you exactly how I am feeling this is something that has been on my mind especially more recently in the busier period. I hope that by writing this letter you understand how lonely I am the dungeon is very self isolating from the outside world, which is one of the reasons I am starting to feel forgotten about which makes me sad.
As a dungeon master I feel I have fulfilled my role greatly by following your instructions and even giving the unimaginable punishments I thought you would want
- Dunking people into cold rivers and lakes
- Stretching people on racks
To name a few
Not once have I ever been praised or thanked for my service to you I am not wanting a knighthood just a thank you goes a long way to show I am appreciated. Which may I remind you is why I am writing this letter.
Have you ever been down in to the dungeons? My guess is you probably have but you may seem that, that is fine for those committing a crime.
- Stealing
- Being drunk
- Adultery
But I have done none of those . It is awful, dark and eerie but I have no choice since my mother died to get the best for me as she left that role for you otherwise my life would be very different and both you and I know that.
Please take the time and come and see the conditions I work in, I assure you, you will be flabbergasted
Your torturing friend,
Derek [Lacie B]
