Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 33 Michael's Memories

Lela turned to look at Sylvester as she watched his tall figure gradually disappear, her lips pressed together tightly.

Michael walked over and looked concerned as he saw his friend hurrying off to wash up, ignoring even Miss Lela. He quickly said to Lela, "Miss Lela, don't blame Mr. Gomez. He just has a germaphobia." And it was a very severe germaphobia at that. Lela pretended to understand, nodded, and stopped Michael, tilting her head as she continued to gaze at him with a strong desire for knowledge. Michael didn't want to bring up the past again, as that period of time was too dark. However, Sylvester's actions today made him unable to resist the recollection.

Sylvester had only been only ten years old when he was taken. His parents had given birth to his younger brother three years prior, but the baby had died. Then, due to the negligence of various extended family members, he was kidnapped by human traffickers.

The place he was taken was seen as a dark zone, one where the self-defense forces of the northern region were stationed. Arms trading and the sex trade were common occurrences there. Those men...

After experiencing a bloody battle and massacre, the men often needed to vent their inner desires. Under extreme excitement, they displayed a terrifying state of mind. Tearing, beating, satisfying desires...

Their targets were often kidnapped women.

But as time went on, ordinary women no longer satisfied them. Curiosity nurtures the most corrupt flower of evil. Gradually, many young boys began to appear in the area.

There, they were treated worse than livestock and became tools for others to vent their frustrations on.

The boys became like broken dolls, no hope for redemption in their souls. Thus, an unprecedentedly disgusting sin had been born.

Michael and many others arrived together. They were drugged along the way, rendering their bodies powerless, and their mouths were tightly sealed with strong adhesive tape. They slept in the bottom of an oxygen-deprived truck container. The closer they got to the border, the steeper the road became.

by the shifting ground beneath them, but

a dark wooden house. The air emitted a rotting and stuffy smell. Inside the wooden house, the oldest was fourteen, and the youngest was six. One was crying, their voice fragile. The youngest six-year-old boy had not yet woken up. At

stroke after the other, while a young and

He looked up at the

side of his face disappearing into the darkness, and the other

never forget

ease because he had this big brother

the outside. Flashlights shone on their faces one by one. A group of dark-skinned men with bare arms walked in, their eyes murky and disgusting, emitting a ghastly green glow, like a corpse from

so many new goods have arrived.

annoyed. I wanted to have some fun and satisfy my desires." A man called Jonas immediately noticed Sylvester, his noble appearance resembling a lion and his wildness resembling a wolf.

up with a bullet in your head. Let Stan choose first, and then we'll

chosen without the slightest

of twenty young boys. They were brought out with their hands bound, one by one kneeling on the muddy ground. Wooden houses surrounded them on all sides and dim but sufficient lighting spread from the bright bulbs. On the fence behind them, there were sharp shards of glass deeply

practically impossible

group of people in underground transactions and defied the

be found here: private transactions, smuggled weapons, slaves,

had knives hanging around their necks, having such a variety of illegal goods greatly

Stan was practically a deity, and no one dared to