In any event, yeah: No blood, with just a lot of girly screaming from Boring Sammy instead, and to heap insult on top of injury, here, even though its victim was quite uncomfortably and unnecessarily naked the last time this particular torture device featured in the narrative, Hallucinatory Uncle Arthur for whatever reason has chosen to keep Boring Sammy completely clothed, so there's another reason this stupid scene can just rot in Hell for all I care. "I agree!" Thanks for that, Raoul. So, I can move on? "You must! [Slurp!]" Excellent. Well, first I should probably note that this hideously dull sequence does close with the camera swirling above Boring Sammy's boring form prone on the boring cot -- where he'd been all along, in case you fell asleep during that last scene -- and it ends with Our Intrepid Hero stretched out in the actual shape of an actual inverted crucifix atop the now downward-pointing pentagram painted onto the floor below so, you know. He's Satan. Or something like that. Next!