The other men rushed at Lorien, shouting at the top of their lungs. Lorien smiled lightly, his eyes calculating their sloppy and slow moves. Without much energy, he gave them the beatings of their lives and they all lay on the floor, some with broken ribs and some gasping for breath.
The leader whimpered in shock as Lorien walked closer to him.
He leaned to him and whispered. "Where is she?"
"Carl..carl!" He shouted and a lanky man came out with a woman who had a mask over her face and tied up tightly. Carl watched as the others groaned in pain on the floor and then ran away. "That weak bastard!"
The woman fell to the floor because of the way she was tied up and struggled to untie the right rope. Lorien bent and untied the rope gently, his senses high and recognizing her scent.
Suddenly, a knife was placed on his neck from behind, and he stood still. "You rich brat! You think you can lie and beat my men up, this will teach you how to behave next time!"
