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 more often blurry and completely unaware of their

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 that time, Michael

one stroke after the other, while a young and clear

looked up at the big brother and was

face disappearing into the darkness, and the other side etched in

would never forget that

at ease because he had this

their faces one by one. A group of dark-skinned men with bare arms walked in, their eyes murky and disgusting, emitting

many new goods have arrived. We'll have a few

fun and satisfy my desires." A man called Jonas immediately

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

being selected and chosen without the slightest

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

practically

led this group of people in underground transactions

found here: private transactions, smuggled weapons, slaves, and everything else someone

around their necks, having such a variety of illegal

that Stan was practically a deity, and no one