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.

the bottom of the truck, they were sometimes awoken by the shifting ground beneath them, but

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.

other, while a young and clear

crying at that moment. He looked up at

nose, with one side of his face disappearing into the darkness, and the other

never forget

because he had this big brother with

know how long passed before the door was smashed open from the outside. Flashlights shone on their faces one by one. A group of dark-skinned men with bare arms walked in,

many new goods have arrived.

give us time to sleep. They want us to fight against the government's army. I'm so annoyed. I wanted to have some fun and satisfy my desires." A man called Jonas immediately noticed

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

were being selected and chosen without

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

was practically

this group of people in underground transactions and

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

around their necks, having such a variety of illegal goods greatly improved their standard

believed that Stan was practically a deity,