Merrick's eyes changed from the shifted brown to their natural red with black scleras. His look suspicious toward her, he simply nodded quietly. Looking around the room, leaning toward the hallway on the far end, Merrick started moving. Stepping on the iron chains, Merrick placed them around his feet and pulled up. The metal cringed under his strength, bending until the middle ring opened.
Blood dripped from his wrists, but Merrick always had a high pain tolerance considering the drunken fights he'd get himself into, considering he stood maybe 5' tall.
Limbs free from each other, Merrick paused. Issac screams of pain echoed in the air around them, vibrating between reality and inside the mind. Merrick glanced up to Catherine as if waiting for instructions.