Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 133 Cicery’s Final Harvest

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As she spoke, the hairpin dug in a little deeper.

Josh's face turned pale, his legs trembled, and a telltale stream trickled down his legs into the pool, mixing with the metallic scent of blood and the sulfur of the hot springs. Despite the odors vying for dominance, Cicery, with her keen senses, detected the acrid smell.

With a light laugh, she mocked, "Idiot, you don't even understand Sylvester's character, yet you try to curry favor with him. Sylvester is my man. He won't love, nor will he be with any woman but me." Her tone carried a hint of playful possessiveness-Sylvester Gomez was hers.

And he would always belong to her alone.

Josh Fudge could only whimper, his tears building up to the point where they nearly blinded him. He wished for nothing more than for the guard at the door to come in and save him.

But the spa room was too vast, the distance between the pool and the entrance far too great.

couldn't make a sound; he was utterly at

vices present in some men, just because you have certain vices doesn't mean

like toys, without respect,

associate with beasts like

virtues, even she didn't notice how much she was

if he was being slain and forced to witness a perverse

Now, it's time

a deep breath, she squinted her eyes and forcefully pushed the hairpin through the outer layer of skin

horror as he felt his life

holding the hairpin, sliced down, forcefully ripping through the artery, spurting bright crimson blood like a fountain. The

stilled and his eyes closed, motionless, Cicery

splashed onto her, releasing her hold

blood spreading beneath him, blooming like a red rose in the

deed was done, Cicery casually wiped her face with water; the blood