Chapter XIV – Thunderstorm Only a small lamp was barely illuminating the room where Fynn was held. At the moment the first thunder struck the boy cringed and pressed himself into one corner of the dark room. Due to the fact that his prison had no windows the boy wasn´t able to see the bolts but each rumble of another thunder made him whimper. After a while of cringing and relaxing between the thunders the door opened a crack and the kidnapper peeked inside, alerted... read more
