Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 132 A Lethal Siren in Disguise

Cicery never cared for cheap shots. As Josh's eyes betrayed his naked desire, she lunged swiftly. Kneeling down with clear rubber gloves, Cicery gripped Josh's head and twisted with force. His jaw unhinged with a crisp "snap". He couldn't react in time.

Pain shot through his chin, but before he could retaliate, it was too late. Cicery swiftly pulled a gold hairpin from her locks, releasing a cascade of ebony hair that seemed to steal souls. The hairpin's smooth, sharp sound rang as death's knell in Josh's ears.

In the next instant, the pointed tip of the hairpin sliced deep across both of Josh's wrists. Bright crimson blood sprayed, drawing a perfect arc through the air and staining the hot spring with florid blooms.

Cicery watched the hues of blood spread, but the pink was insufficient; she craved a more vivid expanse.

Blood sprayed across her beautiful face, diffusing over her sublime features as mist wafted around the surreal hot spring.

Cicery was too quick-Josh only felt the piercing pain when he saw his blood spilling. He tried to scream, but with his jaw dislocated, no sound came out. He wanted to fight back, but his severed tendons left him powerless. He attempted to rise, but Cicery had him trapped; his legs flailed hopelessly.

Fear finally reached Josh's eyes, a fear that plunged deep into his soul. This was no enchanting nymph; she was the embodiment of a deadly warrior spirit. With his jaw detached, he wanted to plead for help, but uttering a single word was a luxury beyond his reach.

He could only manage a muffled grunt through his constricted breath.

Cicery had her fingers wrapped around his throat. The pointed end of a golden hairpin leisurely traced patterns on his neck, sending shivers of terror through his body. Gradually, the hairpin found its way to the carotid artery. With just a bit more pressure, Josh Fudge's life would be over.

Cicery dropped her gaze, taking delight in the fear swimming in Josh's eyes. She smiled, angelic and mischievous all at once.

"Josh Fudge! You hurt Big White. I was just going to take your legs," she teased.

Fear was evident in Josh's wide eyes as he stared back at Cicery-one part rage, one part defiance, and a touch of confusion. Kind-hearted as she was, Cicery decided to clear his doubts, lest he die wondering. Even an assassin has her moments of benevolence. "Big White, that's the white lion you wanted to hunt-my friend. And you dared to hurt my friend."

Her voice hardened, each word sharper than the last.

With a slight increase in pressure, Josh felt a stinging puncture at his neck, followed by pain.

His body quaked even more as Cicery sweetly cautioned, "Don't move now, or you'll be meeting the devil sooner than you think."

A low whimper escaped him.

Tears rolled down from the corners of Josh's eyes, a silent plea for mercy.

At that moment, dignity meant nothing compared to the instinct for survival.

But Cicery was indifferent to Josh's plight, her innocence belied by her next words, "But you just had to cross the line, didn't you? Sending women to Sylvester Gomez."