67: Hell.

Her uneven breath, her eyes slowly opening, and as she tried to move, she only felt an unbearable pain in her wrists. Those wrists she could notice were tightly bound, something she recognized as chains. She was held in the same manner that could be a mockery of the being to whom every human on Earth offers prayers.

She pulled on the chains, trying to find a way to free herself, but she couldn't. The heat was suffocating, making her sweat and feel, to some extent, as if the air was running out. So much time had passed since she had been in this damned and secluded place.

The whispers, those whispers that screamed around her, from all those who were in this place. Pain. Regret. And perhaps even repentance. The wretched one had brought her here again. Brought her back to...

The creak of a door opening made noise in that dark space, illuminated only by flames. It closed again, and she heard nothing but a breathing that conveyed satisfaction. She looked as best she could in the dim light,