Page 68 of Demon's Savior
"You're fucking crazy!" Natalia yells through the pain.
"You could say that." I laugh and shrug my shoulders. It is something I’ll not dispute.
"Dinka, hand me the syringe with the serum."
Dinka walks over to me and places my newest venture in my hand. Turning my attention back to Natalia, I tighten a strap around her arm and place the needle on her forearm. I inject the drug into her system as she tries to struggle against her restraints.
"I've been easy on you so far, Natalia. I guess nostalgia and old memories of your father and our friendship are clouding my mind. But that will change. These minor cuts to your body are the least that I could do to you."
“What…what did you give me?” she mumbles as the signs are showing that the serum is taking effect.
"I've injected you with a pain enhancer. Every nick, prick, cut and stab wound will be amplified. The pain is only going to be worse from here on out. Now tell me what I want to know. Did you try to kill my nephew?"
"Kill me now!" Natalia begs as she lowers her head. "Please, kill me now."
"Now where would the fun be in that?" I laugh as I take a step closer to her.
"Fucking psycho!" she manages to scream as she struggles. Trying to fight both the drug and her restraints, I laugh and place the small knife against the tip of her finger.
"I've been called much worse, Natalia. Now, do you still refuse to answer my question?"
"I'm not saying shit!"
Shrugging my shoulders at her response, I bring the sharpened knife down on the tip of her finger, slowly cutting the nail from her finger then cleanly slicing it off. As she screams, I move to the next finger, repeating my actions as she continues to cry.
"I... I... can’t...I can't say," Natalia croaks out before she passes out. Shaking my head and taking a deep breath to calm my anger, I take a step back.
"Wake the bitch up!"
Dinka walks over and dumps cold water on her. She jumps at the sensation of the water hitting her. Fully alert and shivering, I laugh.
"Natalia...Natalia...Natalia...I'm tired of playing this little game with you." Gripping my machete, I walk closer to her. "You will tell me what I want to know. Who tried to kill my nephew?"
"No, they will kill me," she cries.
"Iwill kill you!" I take the knife and stab her in the upper thigh and twist it. As she screams, I slowly remove the knife from her thigh and repeat the same action in her other one.
"Tell me now! Who ordered the hit on my nephew?!" I scream as my patience begins to wear thin.
"If...if...if I tell you will...will you let me live.” She stammers as her body shivers from the cold, fear, and pain.
"We might be able to work something out." I cross my arms across my chest. "Tell me what I want to know."
"The president of Hells Henchmen, Adrian the German, called for the hit, but he was paid by someone else."
I tilt my head and glare at her intently. "And why should I believe you?"
"I'm fucking Adrian, but he refuses to tell me who paid him because he knows I still love Demon.”
The stench of blood and urine permeate the room.
"So, this Adrian the German ordered the hit, but was hired by someone else?"
She nods.
"I don't believe you, young Koshenko." I stop walking in front of her as the tears continue to fall. "I think you know who hired Adrian."
"I swear, I don't know who ordered it!"
