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“Oh.” I nodded. It looked like Katya had it covered. I decided to let her take lead. She beckoned to the bodyguard, and he ambled over, his face inquiring.
“Go inside there and find out what he did with Celia Young. Use whatever means necessary.”
Suge nodded. “Yes,Gospozha.” He executed a kind of bow before stepping into the warehouse. We followed him, standing a few feet beyond the doorway as Suge got to work.
He started by cutting Igor’s shirt from his body with a knife, leaving him exposed to the waist. I could see that Igor was shaking, even as he called out insults and tried to intimidate Suge.
“I’ll cut your head from your body, you fucking cunt. Don’t think for one minute you’re going to get away with this.I will hunt you down!”
Suge never said a word. Just let him rage and shout. I didn’t know what he was waiting for. Then he suddenly picked up a whip from a table with several tools and lashed Igor across the chest with it. It left a large bloody welt that was obvious from afar. I wondered how much it had hurt. Igor cried out when the whip hit him again and doubled down on his insults.
Still, Suge didn’t say a word.
He seemed to wait until Igor was mid-rant before hitting him with another lash of his whip. He was pretty precise because it was almost the exact same spot as the first lash. Igor screamed.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asked.
“What happened to Celia Young?” Suge asked in a monotone.
Igor kept quiet, panting hard as he looked in the direction of the voice. “Who are you?”
Suge lifted his whip, and it was silent enough to hear the whoosh as it flew through the air to land on Igor’s skin with crack. I jerked a bit, startled. The gash on Igor’s chest widened.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
“What did you do with Celia Young?” Suge asked again, no emotion apparent in his voice.
“Who’s that? Who’s Celia Young? I don’t know her.”
“You were fucking her for months before she disappeared. Where is she?” Suge asked.
Igor sneered. “I fuck lots of whores. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
I growled, deep in my throat. Katya closed a hand tight on my wrist to make sure I didn’t fly at Igor and scratch his throat out.
The prisoner inclined his head, listening. “Who else is here?” he asked.
Suge cracked his whip, this time, making a crisscross welt on Igor’s chest. “Celia Young. Where is she?”
“She’s dead,” Igor spat angrily.
My heart stopped.
“Where’s her body?” Suge asked at once in the same monotone.
He twisted his lips cruelly. “I ate it.”
Suge put the whip down and picked up a knife. He walked up to Igor, tracing a pattern over his stomach. “So she’s in your belly?” he asked impassively. “Shall I cut you open and see?”
Igor screamed. “No! Wait. Fuck!” He struggled against his restraints, trying to loosen them. “I don’t know anything. Please. I don’t know.”
Suge slipped the knife between the eleventh and twelfth ribs. Igor screamed but this guy knew what he was doing. He’d essentially avoided all vital organs. “Feel like telling the truth yet?” he asked.
“Fuck! She left town and told me not to look for her. That’s the truth, I swear!” Igor was screaming.
Katya and I looked at each other despairingly. It seemed this guy was not gonna crack so easy. She lifted her hand, beckoning the bodyguard over. “Is he gonna bleed to death if we leave him overnight?” she asked.
He pursed his lips. “Unless I accidentally nicked a vein, I’d say no.”
