A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 352: Your Wife?

Chapter 352: Your Wife?

Mr. Hamilton took out the sizzling knife and began to approach Avelina, who was gazing at him with frightened eyes. Her pupils were twitching uncontrollably, searching and seeking a way to run—to escape from there.

But she had no time to think properly because Mr. Hamilton grabbed hold of her neck and forced her to lay her head against his bent knee.

"Father, please don’t do this to me! You are hurting me!!" Avelina pleaded, her tears flowing out of her eyes. "Please, help me!"

"SOMEBODY, HELP ME!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping that someone would hear her.

However, the possibility was pretty low, considering that the local abandoned church was out of people’s sight.

Mr. Hamilton hit her at the nape of her neck, almost causing her to go unconscious.

"Keep quiet! Your voice makes my head hurt." He was beyond annoyed.

His grip on Avelina’s hair tightened, and he brought the knife close to the part of her neck that was near her earlobe, where Draven had marked her. With the knife, he began to scrape, wanting to get rid of the mark as though scraping off a tattoo.

Avelina screamed, shrieking in deep pain, able to feel her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The pain was unbearable—beyond what she could even comprehend. It was the sort of pain that made her feel as though she was losing her mind.

The blood from her neck flowed, tainting the floor. Her body shook violently, and she cried, struggling to free herself, but all her efforts were futile.

"NO! Let me go! AHHHH, LET GO OF ME!!" she cried, trying so hard to break free, but all to no avail.

This went on for a whole minute, and by the time Mr. Hamilton was done, Avelina had lost the strength to cry. She was on the floor, helpless and weak, only whimpering in pain, oblivious to the blood that surrounded her head.

Her eyes were half open and weak, not even blinking at that point. She could only breathe heavily, trying not to lose her consciousness. The pain was still unbearable, but due to having exhausted her voice, she was no longer able to cry or scream. She could only writh and twitch on the floor.

"Good." Mr. Hamilton smiled at her. "You will be just fine soon enough, and you will thank me for doing this for you."

He shook his head in disappointment and walked over, dropping the knife into the holy water.

"I ought to be fast, or else you might actually bleed to death in here." He seemed quite unbothered.

Mr. Hamilton took off the bloodied gloves and gripped Avelina by her hair, lifting her into a kneeling position. He dragged her closer to the wooden tub and forced her to look into the water.

"Now to purify you..." Without warning, he shoved Avelina’s head into the water, waiting for five seconds before pulling her head up. "This will have to happen another ten times."

Just like that, he kept pushing her head in and out of the water, to the point that Avelina lost consciousness, no longer even being able to tell if she’d died or fainted.

So much water had gotten into her mouth, and for a moment there, she’d felt herself drown.

Done, Mr. Hamilton let go of her hair and watched her plummet to the floor, wet and unconscious.

"Take her away and finish the job. I’ve done my part," he said.

From the shadows, two men walked out, lifting Avelina from the floor. They gave a nod at Mr. Hamilton and turned around, leaving the local church to drive off somewhere else.

Mr. Hamilton turned and glanced at the bloodied holy water. He smiled to himself, appearing quite proud. "Haven’t I done such a good deed today? I may be getting rid of a soul, but it is worth it. I can’t have the human race tainted by my own offspring. I won’t bear the curse."

He smiled to himself and plopped down on the wooden chair in the room. His head was thrown back in tiredness, and his left hand dropped over his face. He grunted under his breath and suddenly frowned when he felt a different presence in the room with him.

Mr. Hamilton quickly raised his head, and his gaze fell on Draven, who stood with Valentine and Olive. Lucy was still cradled in Olive’s arms.

"You!" Of course, he recognized Olive instantly. "You are—"

"One of them?" Olive smirked. "Yes, I am."

Mr. Hamilton glanced at Lucy, who was in his arms, and his eyes widened. "Lucy, get down from there! Get away from—"

"My wife!" Draven grumbled in sudden, overwhelming anger, appearing before Mr. Hamilton in the flicker of a light.

He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and flung him across the room, causing the middle-aged man to crash into the wall.

"Where is my wife?!" he questioned, storming towards him. The moment he stepped into the local church, he’d been hit with Avelina’s blood. It was strong yet becoming faint at the same time.

And when he’d looked down on the floor, he’d seen Avelina’s blood smeared all over. What happened to her? Her father couldn’t have possibly killed her, had he? Was he late?

He wondered, panicking inwardly.

Draven seized Mr. Hamilton by the collar of his coat and pulled him up to gaze into his eyes. "Where is my wife? What did you do to her?!"

Mr. Hamilton blinked his eyes. "So...it is you? You are the one who ruined her."

"Ruined her?" Draven wrinkled his brow, raising his fisted hand and punching him across the face. "Where the fuck is my wife?!"

"Your wife?" Mr. Hamilton cackled, seeming unphased. "She is not your wife, and she will never be! I have washed her off your scent and rid her of that mark. She has nothing to do with you any longer, so get out and leave!"