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.

truck, they were sometimes awoken by the shifting ground beneath them, but more often blurry and

they found themselves all locked in 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 that time, Michael was only seven years old. Seeing the unfamiliar environment, he cried, crying so intensely that his throat became hoarse. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms

patted his back one stroke after the other, while a young and clear voice came from above his head,

up at the big brother and was stunned by his

disappearing into the darkness, and

would never forget

gradually felt at ease because he had

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

have arrived. We'll have a few days

my desires." A man called Jonas immediately noticed Sylvester, his noble appearance resembling a lion and his wildness resembling a wolf. It

you might end up with a bullet in your head. Let Stan choose first, and then

selected and chosen

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

group of people in

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

around their necks, having such a variety of

practically a deity, and