37Fighting SpiritChained to a chair in the middle of a large, upper floor reception room in the front of the villa and still gagged, Tazia was nervous. The chair was solid metal and the legs tightly secured to the floor with plates and screws. Blood spatters on the wooden floor told her this set-up had tested the strength of many demons. She was going nowhere.
The cream-painted room had no furniture apart from the chair she sat in. Floor to ceiling windows spread along the wall in front of her, and an empty fireplace took up the wall behind her. Carved woodland animals and little chubby angels, decorated the high plaster ceiling. These guys loved their cherubs.
Turning around as far as she could, she spotted a door which led out of the room. It was located directly opposite the double do
