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Chapter 65 - A Tough One

Elias wondered what Adeline found so endearing about this idiot. He cast a disinterested look towards the unconscious bodyguard. There was already a chair placed in the cellars for him to take a seat in.

Elias sat down without another word. He crossed one leg over the other and tilted his head. He observed the bodyguard. Dark brown hair and hazel eyes that resemble a beagle dog. Perhaps Adeline just wanted a pet. Though, it was an ugly one.

"Wake him up," Elias instructed. He needed his victim to be awake during the beating.

"I see everything is already prepared," he added on with an amused voice. In the corner of the holding room was a cleaned table of things to use. It ranged from surgical equipment to hammers and saws.

"Are you certain about this?" Easton murmured. "This is Princess Adeline\'s bodyguard. Once she finds out about this—"

"For all she knows, he disappeared from this world," Weston interjected. He, for one, enjoyed this hobby of His Majesty.

Weston headed to the table and picked up a taser. He clicked the button. A loud crackle of electricity echoed through the room and hallways. He briefly glanced at the metal bars of the cellar.

"And never to be seen from," Weston added on. Once His Majesty decided on torturing someone, there was no going back. The victim will never be set free. He would never see the light of the day.

"Alright, I suppose so…" Easton said. He watched as Weston approached the bodyguard.

Easton quietly flinched when Weston stabbed the taser upon the bodyguard. Instantly, a loud scream was heard.

"ARGH!" Asher gasped awake. His eyes went wide, as another yell of pain was heard. He panted, his gaze still blurry from being woken up so quickly. The agony lasted for five seconds, but that spot felt like it was stabbed with needles.

"What the… hell." Asher finally blinked into reality. Suddenly aware of his position, he instantly tried to sit up. But it was impossible, for everything was bounded.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g bastard," Asher growled, already knowing who was behind this. He was lying upon his stomach, his arms and legs bound behind him. He felt like a fish out of water, struggling and wriggling to get free.

"That\'s strange," Elias said with an amused voice. "Last I checked, you were the father-less one."

Asher jolted. "Shut the hell up, you sadistic King."

Elias was disappointed. He expected more civility from this man. After all, he was composed in font of Adeline and even stood his ground. Perhaps if the rat hadn\'t touched what was his, he wouldn\'t have been in this position.

"Hmm, this position is befitting of a dog," Elias observed. His lips tugged into a sinister smile, his eyes flickering with cruel cunningness.

Elias was humored by Asher\'s deep glower. The latter probably wished daggers flew from his gaze. He nearly laughed at this. With the tip of his leather shoes, Elias lifted Asher\'s chin.

Asher instantly jutted his head to the side. "Pew!" he spat at the black leather shoes. Suddenly, a swift kick was sent to this side from a furious Weston.

"As expected of a lowly orphan," Weston hissed. How dare a mere human like him spit at the King?

"Let\'s not bully the poor thing," Elias laughed. He glanced at his dirtied shoe. Without warning, he bent down and grabbed Asher by the hair.

Easton watched with wide eyes as the King used Asher\'s face to clean the shoe. The man didn\'t even get the chance to scream as his chin was used as a wipe cloth.

"My beloved Adeline will be awake soon," Elias noted. He felt the strain of Asher\'s body when the man tried to lift his head.

Elias pressed Asher\'s face straight to the ground with a bored look on his face. He checked his wrist and noted it had been an hour since the sun rose. It wouldn\'t be long before she was dressed and wandering the halls.

"Ade...line?"

Elias cast an aloof expression towards Asher. Even at his lowest, the man was worried about her.

"Yes, my darling Adeline is waiting for me in bed," Elias cooed.

Instantly, Asher began to struggle even more. "Son of a bitch!"

Asher had never felt so much fury in his veins. Not even when he discovered Adeline\'s marriage to the vermin King. But now, he saw red, his blood boiling.

He could not fathom such a disgusting thought. A horrid image flashed inside his head. His adoring Adeline, in tears, as the vermin King pinned her down and drained all the blood from her body.

He could not have that. Ever.

"Oh, I should remind you, the rope tightens the more you struggle," Elias noted. He was watching with sheer amus.e.m.e.nt as the rope dug into Asher\'s flesh.

"Your Majesty…" Easton suddenly spoke up. He was used to this type of beating and torture. It was a sick, twisted game that the twins were apart of. Weston, like his good friend, saw the thrill in torturing the victims.

But Easton was more radical. He thought swift torture would be better than this stalling game. It would\'ve been better to just punish the man and let it be, instead of dragging it out like this.

"I just received word that Princess Adeline is awake," Easton said. He was holding his phone, where he had received a notification from one of the guards in the hallway.

"Keep her in bed, I\'ll visit her soon," Elias effortlessly said.

Asher began to struggle even more. His body trembled with the force of the King\'s muscles. If it was this easy to take him down then he did not deserve the title of Adeline\'s bodyguard.

Just then, he snapped his head up, surprising everyone. His eyes flashed crimson red as his fangs grew out. Without warning, he bit into the vermin King\'s shoes, the sharp fangs instantly piercing the polished leather.

"A dog indeed!" Elias chuckled. The laughter instantly disappeared from his face. Within seconds, he slammed Asher\'s head back onto the ground. The floor split from the force, as a sharp "CRACK" thudded through the room.

"Unfortunately, I have better things to do than entertaining a dog," Elias sighed in disappointment. He took another seat upon his chair.

"Tie him up," he instructed.

"As you wish, Your Majesty," Weston said. He stepped forward and dragged Asher towards the wooden pole in the room.

Easton briefly peered at the King. His expression was nonchalant and cold. There wasn\'t a single ounce of life in his dark, sinister eyes. The King sat on a simple wooden chair. But with his impeccable presence, it might as well have been a throne.

His Majesty did not need a Crown for people to know he was the sovereign. It was the daunting air around him and the drop in temperature. He was the epitome of twisted elegance. Sometimes, he wore a sadistic smile, and other times, he seemed bored with life.

Easton jumped when he heard the first whiplash. "Heavens…" he muttered, placing a startled hand upon his c.h.e.s.t. He turned his head in time to see Weston had wielded the whip.

Despite Weston\'s slim and slender form, his whipping technique was unlike any other. It was one whip and the suit\'s jacket already ripped. Another more and the skin would be exposed.

"A whip for every second he touched my woman," Elias said in a monotone voice.

He behaved as if he truly had better things to do than torture the bodyguard. The way he spoke was eloquent and instantly drew all the attention in the room. His voice could be the lowest out of everyone, but everyone would shut their mouths for him.

His Majesty always commanded the room. Whether it was the echo of his powerful footsteps or the sly glance of his eyes, people always bowed to him.

"Gladly," Weston said. He raised the whip again and harshly struck down in the same spot. This time, the skin broke as blood dripped from it.

Weston didn\'t know how many times he\'d need to strike the bodyguard. The fool had truly made the worst of mistakes. The King never got angry in public. He hid his fury behind a smile and plotted your demise in secret. He struck when the people least expected it.

"He\'s a tough one…" Easton commented.

Weston had whipped the bodyguard with frenzy. His arm raised and dropped many times now. Blood flowed down the man\'s back. His suit was tattered, revealing the ripped white button-up. It was soaked in blood. He continued whipping the same spot over and over until ripe flesh was revealed.

All of this torture and Asher didn\'t even make a sound. His knees had given out, but his eyes remained strong. He glowered at the wall, not once hissing in pain.

"B-Brother—!" Easton gasped as Weston continued lashing at the boy.

Easton jumped when blood splatted near his feet. He had never seen Weston so furious before. It was like he was releasing all of his pent-up anger. But from what? What infuriated him to this extent?

"Easton," Elias nonchalantly said.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Easton quickly responded. He gladly tore his eyes from the bloody mess.

Elias was emotionless. Even amidst the inhumane torture, the thunderous slap of the lashes, and the striking flinch of Asher after every blow, he remained cold and composed.

"Guide Adeline to the dining room. Make sure she eats."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Easton said. He was grateful for this opportunity to escape. As much as he was a partner-in-crime, he couldn\'t tolerate the crazed look on Weston\'s face. It was as if his brother was no more, and in its stead was a heartless killer.

"Make sure she puts the fork into her mouth," Elias warned in a dangerous voice.

Easton blinked in confusion. Yes, he was aware that she must eat. But why was he emphasizing that fact?

"As you wish, Your Majesty."