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His Underworld Bastille

After she finished eating, Dye took her somewhere. It was such a long ride and she found herself in the middle of the woods, walking with him for ten minutes now after they left the car at the road.

“Kenny…” He called and with just a snapped, ten men in black emerged from the shadows. The tree hid the moons light away and it feels so creepy.

She immensely felt pressured knowing that there were ten handsome and tall men in front of her. They slightly bended as they greeted them.

“Young master, young madam. Welcome back.” She couldn’t say anything due to her twisted throat.

“To my underworld castle.” He said.

“Right away master.” The tallest man spoke. 

She unconsciously snaked her hand to Dye's arms which he didn’t mind. Their journey was filled with smoke and she couldn’t see anything. She was just following Dye's footsteps from the side.

Not long, she saw a

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