Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 71 Lela's Experience

Sylvester held Lela in a firm, unyielding grip, effectively imprisoning her. It seemed her survival instincts had been awakened, prompting Lela to struggle and fight back. However, her efforts were in vain as she quickly realized she was no match

for Sylvester.

With one hand, Sylvester immobilized her, and a distinct "click" signaled that Lela's hands and feet were securely bound.

"Don't lock me up!" Lela curled up, engulfed in fear. Her brain began to malfunction, as those images felt like they were being projected into her mind like a movie.

The research institute had locked her up like this back then.

Sylvester didn't notice anything wrong with Lela. He pressed her shoulders, looking at her reddened eyes. "Lela, listen to me. You are a mutant."

Gasping for air, Lela's body quivered, her consciousness slipping away as she grappled with a panic attack. "Please, don't. I'm terrified."

Mom!

Dad!

Big White...

No, Mom, Dad, and Big White are all gone.

Who else is there?

Who can save her?

Is there no one left?

No, there's still Sylvester.

Sylvester, Sylvester, where are you?

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Save me!

She was in so much pain.

"Don't what? Scared?" Sylvester pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him with a malevolent glint in his eyes. "Lela, have you now experienced the true meaning of fear?"

Lela had fallen into a state of deep fear, and all the sounds around her seemed irrelevant. Her once sensitive five senses collapsed in an instant.

"I'll tell you, once you expose your identity, if someone takes advantage of my negligence and captures you, your environment will be like this. They'll lock you with these metal chains and drain your blood, torturing you day and night."

Don't, don't cut off her hands, don't chop off her legs, she's in so much pain.

"The world is not as beautiful as you think. There are all kinds of people on the internet, and you think they pose no threat, but perhaps you are their prey."

Don't, don't burn her with fire, she's in so much pain.

"Listen carefully, the only place that is safest for you is by my side."

Don't, don't let poisonous insects bite her, she's in so much pain and fear.

"Your eternal sanctuary lies by my side."

Don't, don't electrocute her with electricity, she's bleeding, she's in so much pain.

"Do you know how scared I am? If by any chance your identity is exposed because of this, and I can't protect you, if they capture you and kill you, what should I do? What should I do?" Sylvester's voice turned fierce as he spoke. It's unclear whether Sylvester was tormenting Lela or himself.

"Myself..."

Don't, don't let her fall from high altitude. She'll break all her bones and it'll be so painful.

"I am a human, not a god. Do you understand?"

Even if he had godlike abilities, fear still consumed him.

At this moment, the unruly uncrowned king who who navigated the realms of darkness and light, found himself in a state of panic. Oddly enough, none of this had transpired; it was only a hypothesis, yet just the thought of it made his heart ache unbearably. Strange enough, even though she hadn't done anything, she already occupied his entire heart.

He couldn't live without her for the rest of his life.

He couldn't live without his little thing.

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Don't, don't leave her in the freezer. It's so cold, it hurts all over.

This kind of experiment is meaningless. Set her free, please!

"Lela, do you understand me?"

Sylvester stared at Lela intently, wanting to see her expression of apology.

But all he saw was her face growing paler and her body trembling more and more.

It was only at that moment that Sylvester responded, softly tapping her cheek with his hand, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Lela tightly held onto his hand, her pupils dilated, and her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, "Don't, don't..."

Repeating this sentence endlessly.

Sylvester began to discern that something was amiss, and panic overwhelmed him entirely.

"Little thing, what's wrong? Tell me."

Before Lela completely lost consciousness, she suddenly grabbed Sylvester's hand, her body convulsed, and she whispered softly, "Night... Sylvester..." "I'm here, I'm here." His voice trembled.

Lela could no longer endure the agonizing fragments of her memories within her consciousness and fainted.

Sylvester's breath hitched, he let go of the metal chain and rushed out while holding onto Lela...