CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Natasha over Lorenzo's shoulder felt as light as a feather.
The rattling of the chains that lowered them down stopped, and he stepped out. Walking the dark length of a hallway that led to a large room ahead of them. He got to the door and opened it.
Two hefty men bowed at his entrance. He gave them a curt nod and passed. Laura was bound to an iron chair. She looked frightened; her skin was torn, her feet bleeding, and dirty dry leaves stuck in her now wavy hair. A blindfold was over her eyes.
Lorenzo shook his head after seeing her state and entered another room that through a four that separated both. He laid Natasha on the bed and locked the door behind her. He went back to Laura and bent to her level.
Tipping her chin with his fingers, "Laura, think carefully before speaking. I'm going to ask only once. Answer me correctly, and I promise to set you free." He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Who are you? Who sent you?"