Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 69 Locking Lela in the Basement (2)

The basement was dim, with almost no trace of light, a familiar environment that immediately reminded her of something bad. Ever since she was captured, she had been taken to a vast research lab, where she was bound by metal chains to a cold surgical table.

Injections of some unknown substance, causing such excruciating pain, were administered to her neck using a syringe. She longed for her mother, her father, her tribe, and Big White. But they were all gone. No one came to rescue her, leaving her with only a piercing pain that stabbed at her heart.

Day after day, she endured the torment inflicted upon her body, having nothing to eat but bitter medications...

Sylvester felt Lela's body in his arms suddenly tense up, thinking she had realized her mistake. His lips curved into a smile.

Good.

Perhaps afraid of frightening her, Sylvester turned on the lights in the basement while hugging Lela.

A "click" sound.

The entire basement began to brighten up, though the lighting inside was dim, provided by incandescent lamps.

However, it was enough for Lela to see the row upon row of cold tools.

With red eyes and tightly pursed lips, Lela reminisced.

old in the research lab, her body had endured two years of torment as those people carried out their experiments, thinking that her mutant body was starting to take shape. The first step was to verify

suits, terrifying masks, and smooth rubber gloves on their hands, they approached

terrified gaze, they forcefully severed

It hurt!

It hurt so much!

cried, yearning for her mother, but no one paid her any mind. Instead, they forcefully stuffed a

from someone beside her, "Tsk! The timing isn't right; this mutant's healing ability is quite

"No hurry, I've waited two years. A little while longer won't matter. Let's cut off her toes as well, so we can

"Yes, Master."

mercilessly severed using these familiar

and feet had more or less healed, only to be subjected

the injections and flesh-peeling continued in

day,

tormenting than having one's heart torn

want to leave." Lela clung to his neck, burying her head into the crook of his neck. Her voice was trembling, with a hint of fragility, "I don't like it

Scarier than hell itself.

to Lela, but he sneered,