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 her

because you have certain

like toys, without respect, you're, worse than

associate with beasts like

she didn't notice how much she

on edge, on the brink of collapse as if he was being slain

reasons clear to you. Now, it's time to harvest," Cicery's voice was deceptively

through the outer layer of skin reaching the muscle bed, piercing Josh Fudge's carotid artery. Blood gushed forth, warm

eyes widened in horror as he felt his life

ripping through the artery, spurting bright crimson blood like a fountain. The blood spread

Fudge's breath stilled and his eyes closed, motionless,

back as some of the blood splashed onto her, releasing her hold on Josh Fudge, allowing his body to gently drift towards the center of the

spreading

with water; the