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.

shifting

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.

stroke after the other, while a young and clear voice came

moment. He looked up at the big

into the darkness, and the other side etched in

never

at ease because he had

open from the outside. Flashlights shone on their faces one by one. A group of dark-skinned men with bare arms walked in, their eyes murky

so many new goods have arrived.

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 Sylvester, his noble appearance resembling a lion

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

being selected and chosen without the slightest bit of

muddy ground. Wooden houses surrounded them on all sides and dim but sufficient lighting spread from the bright

was practically impossible

leader of this militia. He led this group of people in underground transactions and defied

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

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

was practically a deity, and no one dared