Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 133 Cicery’s Final Harvest

"

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

just because you have certain vices doesn't mean Sylvester Gomez shares them,"

like toys, without respect, you're, worse

associate

Sylvester's virtues, even she didn't

as if he was being slain

made the reasons clear to you. Now, it's time to harvest," Cicery's

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

in horror as he felt his life

shoulder tightly with her left hand while her right hand, holding the hairpin, sliced down, forcefully ripping through the artery, spurting bright crimson blood like a fountain. The blood spread in the water, creating

eyes closed, motionless, Cicery

splashed onto her, releasing her hold

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

her face with water; the blood vanished, though stains remained on