Her Helpmate

Chapter 39: Questions

Saira:

Ok, I have to act like I dunno the whereabouts of Zainab and that was quite...quite difficult. 

As we stepped...we mean Shaurya, two cops, me and finally Brother Ashok in his wheelchair entered Schlock's house, Shaurya pulled me aside and whispered, "Bear, we are not here to find Zainab but something else!"

"What is that something else, by the way?" 

He wet his lips and peeked at the other people, standing in Schlock's living room. "I dunno. I can only say one of my cousins is under my suspicion of mama's murder."

I widened my eyes and glared at him. When did he come to this determination and why didn't he publicize anything? Not even about Zainab's kidnap. And where did he keep her?

"Stop glaring at me, we will not get this opportunity again, so search like a private investigator."

Like he said I search every corner of Schlock's one-story Bungalow for something that could sound suspicious to us. 

"I told you that there is nothing." Schlock kept on babbling as the cops went through each room on the ground floor. They didn't even leave the cabinets in the kitchen or powder rooms. Shaurya and I took the advantage of that and entered every room along with them. When others were entangled in their business, Shaurya and I opened the small cupboards, in which there can be the hardest possibility of fitting a human unless the body is chopped in pieces. 

There was only one single room left on the first floor, which was at another corner of the hallway. And it was locked. "Mr. Schlock, we need the keys to this room."

"There..there is nothing in that room." He declared with a little uncertainness in his voice. That made us all dubious of him.

"Schlock! Keys!" Shaurya demanded. Ashok was peeping at us desperately from the ground floor. 

"Look, that's my personal stuff!" He argued.

"Even if you don't give the keys we have our own ways to break the lock." One of the Cops announced, warning him. 

He sighed with frustration and glared at Shaurya before marching into another room. He came out with a key and handed it to the cops. They opened the room and...and...there was no Zainab in it but something very...very interesting things. 

There were strings, wire, and ropes hanging from the ceiling, not to forget even handcuffs. So, Schlock Chauhan is a type of BDSM person. "I told you there is nothing in here," he muttered, burning with rage.  

Even though one of the cops went through the cabinets of that room for his own satisfaction. Nevertheless, they found more girl stuff in them. 

"There is nothing!" After they left the room, Schlock pinned Shaurya and me with his glare. 

"If you both are into some stupid game then drop it. You don't even know what can Schlock do to you both." 

"Oh, Really!" Shaurya challenged. "Dare to lay your finger on any one of us and see what I will do with you."

"Wohha! Little cousin of mine!" poking Shaurya's chest with his index, "Where were your guts when your mama died in your arms?" he emphasized on mama, needling him. And an annoying smirk was layered on his face. He was in aim to mock Shaurya so that he could end up doing something stupid. I even appreciated Shaurya turning his countenance to anger one, and even forming a fist.

"Schlock, don't!" I warned.

"He is true, Saira. But," Shaurya caught Schlock's index and squeezed it tills Schlock's palm went pale, "he should also know that I am not gonna leave that fucking bastard. I am gonna deform his body so badly that even he can not identify himself." Till then Schlock crunched his face, as the pain was unbearable to him.