"I'm...I'm going to go do something. Okay? We have time. It'll only take me a few minutes. I'll be right back." Sirius turned away from the cell and walked slowly up the stairs, his steps getting slower the closer he came to the top.
He couldn't use his wand, but that was just fine. He didn't need his wand. He proceeded to stalk over to the torture devices, and he went straight for the mallet. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the wooden handle, he proceeded to smash everything he could possibly smash. He would set the room on fire if he didn't have to worry about himself and Remus (and really, the bitch needed to live). He destroyed everything that wasn't metal, and then he threw the mallet as hard as he could against the iron maiden. It dented the door with a loud thud. It was satisfying.
He went calmly back down the stairs, sweaty from the exertion. It was winter, so the moon would be setting any minute now. He sat against the wall, eyes closed, hands linked on his lap, and he waited. When Remus was Remus again, he would open up the cage.