A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 165: Why Should I Have Played Along?

Chapter 165: Why Should I Have Played Along?

Old Master Lenort questioned

"Do you want to join him? If you want to, I don’t mind you following him, but if you do not want to, stay the fuck back because if you don’t..." No longer bothering to elaborate any further, he dragged Ryan along with him into the disciplinary ground—a place in which Draven has been brought one too many times right from when he was a kid.

Old Master Lenort yanked him into the disciplinary ground. He ordered two of the disciplinary guards in.

"Close the door," he said to them.

The royal guards nodded and shut the door. Old Master Lenort walked over and sat down on the chair available in the room. He crossed his legs and folded his arms.

"Chain him to the bars," he ordered.

Fear flashed in Ryan’s eyes. He knew what they were going to do to him. His father may not go too far with punishing him, but one thing he would do was have him whipped. And not just with any whip, but with his special one. The one in which he had used on Draven once before

"Father, please," he begged.

Old Master Lenort was indifferent. He looked as though he was not even hearing Ryan’s pleas.

The royal guards chained Ryan’s wrists to the bar and stood on either side of him with a whip in each of their hands.

"Begin," Old Master Lenort permitted them.

Without hesitation, the royal guards began to whip Ryan. It was so painful to the point that as tough as he was, he could not help but scream at the top of his lungs.

His eyes were filled with disbelief. Was this the pain Draven went through during that day at the dinner that their father had whipped him? He never thought—he never thought it was this excruciating.

Due to the fact that Draven did not flinch nor seem as though he was in pain, he thought nothing much of the whip. But Jesus, it hurts so badly. It caused his skin to burn and his bones to feel pain beyond comprehension.

What sort of being was that bastard? How did he endure such pain? How did he....

AHHHH!!!

Ryan screamed. Tears had already welled up in his eyes and they fell as quickly as they came. He felt so humiliated. For a grown man like him to be crying in front of his own father in pain, it was beyond disgraceful.

Not only that, but he was aware that everyone could hear his screech of pain. Would he even be able to look them in the eyes after this?

Outside at the door, Lumian stood. He had the urge to kick the door down and help Ryan, but that was not even possible. This was an iron door and it was locked from the inside. There was no way he could break through it.

Valentine, on the other hand, was smiling. It seemed as though he was taking pleasure from Ryan’s pain.

"What are you smiling for?" Lestat, who noticed, questioned him.

Valentine glanced at him. "I am smiling because I like that he is in pain. What? Do you want to hit me? Go ahead and let’s see where that takes us. Maybe we can join in on the fun."

Lestat’s body trembled, angered, and he balled his hands into tight fists.

Physically, Valentine may appear thin, but he was still stronger than him in terms of strength and agility.

That was something he was not willing to bring himself to believe, but everyone, even old master Lenort, knew it. It was one reason why he hated Valentine. He could not accept the fact that his brother, who he was way older than, was stronger than him in every way, regardless of his lanky stature.

To the eyes, he looked weak, which was pretty deceiving.

...

Natasha was still seated in the dining hall, unmoving. Of course, she could hear her husband’s cry, but she had no way of helping him. She could not even bring herself to get up from her seat.

She was afraid! She had no idea what to do, and all she could do was lower her head on the table and weep profusely.

His cry of pain was hurting her intensely.

Aurora was in the hall with her. She folded her arms, unable to bring herself to feel sorry for her.

"Are you happy now?" she questioned.

Natasha slowly lifted her head to look at her with teary eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"I know what you did," Aurora said. "And I also know that your husband is in that situation because of you. Aren’t you quite shameless?"

"He covered for you, and now he is getting punished. Instead of trying to find something to do in order to help him, you sit here crying like a child. You could not even plead with our father-in-law, but you simply watched your husband get pulled away."

"You are a heartless bitch, Natasha. You deserve to be alone." Aurora stormed out of the hall.

Natasha could not seem to utter a word. Her lips were trembling, but she had no idea what to say. She was completely wrecked inwardly, and somehow she knew that was just the beginning.

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"Draven!"

Avelina stared at Draven, who was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed and his head thrown back. He could hear Ryan’s painful cry, and it satisfied him. He liked it, and he took pleasure in it.

Avelina frowned. "Draven, can you hear me?"

Driven finally lifted his head and looked at her. "Mhm, I can."

"Why?" Avelina asked.

Draven tipped his head to the side, perplexed. "Why what?"

Avelina was not sure if she should ask, but being a bit too curious, she probed, regardless. "Why is didn’t you just play along? I’m sure you knew what would happen if your father found out Ryan was lying to him."

Draven stared at Avelina for a few moments before asking,

"Why should I have played along?"