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

in some men, just because you have certain vices doesn't mean Sylvester Gomez shares them," a voice

toys, without respect, you're, worse than

wouldn't associate

virtues, even she didn't notice how

collapse as if he was being slain and forced to witness a perverse display of

to you. Now, it's

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

widened in horror as he felt his life bleeding

sliced down, forcefully ripping through the artery, spurting bright crimson blood like a fountain. The blood spread in the water, creating a macabre yet vivid pattern -

his eyes closed, motionless, Cicery checked for a breath,

hold on Josh Fudge,

in the middle, his blood spreading beneath him, blooming like a red

with water; the