Chapter 23

The wounds on my arms, despite what I expected, began to heal. The fire enveloped me warmly. Delicate and smooth. I felt comfortable, as if I were some kind of wolf made for fire.

At first I was scared, terrified. How not to be? I was engulfed in fire. I had to take several deep breaths to process it, while both Health Dominique and Ainsley stared at me.

Thanks to the fire, I was able to observe the place with greater attention. It was definitely a basement. The ceiling was high and there was not a single window that could illuminate the place. There were more chains than I thought and it placed all over the place, as if he was prepared to hold at least ten people captive.

Ainsley had serious bruises on her face, her arm seemed dislocated and she was bleeding from the chains. I myself had a serious wound on my leg, my arms, on fire, and I had the marks left by the chains on me. I knew I had bruises all over