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.

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

and smooth rubber

her terrified gaze, they forcefully severed her

It hurt!

It hurt so much!

mind. Instead, they forcefully stuffed a gauze pad

beside her, "Tsk! The timing isn't right; this mutant's healing ability is quite poor. It's been ten

dreadful voice followed, "No hurry, I've waited two years. A little while longer won't matter. Let's cut off her toes

"Yes, Master."

all of her toes were mercilessly severed using these familiar

a month, her hands and feet had more or

injections and flesh-peeling continued in an

after day, year

more tormenting than having

into the crook of his neck. Her voice was trembling, with a hint of fragility, "I don't like

Scarier than hell itself.

Lela, but he sneered, "Now you