Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 43 Bathroom Torture by Lela (3)

"Ah..."

Finley, being spoiled and pampered, had no power to resist and could only be at Lela's mercy.

After a round, Finley's carefully styled hair and makeup were ruined.

"You..." Finley couldn't even muster the strength to push Lela away. She could only support herself with both hands on the sink, trying to alleviate her suffering.

Nelda stood dumbfounded on the side. Once she realized what was happening, she got up from the floor and pounced towards Lela.

As if having eyes behind her back, Lela quickly sidestepped when Nelda lunged at her. This allowed her right hand to exert even more force, causing Finley's entire head to submerge in the water. Unable to breathe in the water that lacked any trace of air, Finley's hands flailed uncontrollably.

Nelda's attempt fell short as she turned around and extended her hands towards Lela.

With a cold sneer, Lela swiftly grabbed Nelda's incoming hand, immediately bending her fingers backwards. Nelda cried out in pain and couldn't fight back. Just like Finley, her hair fell into Lela's grasp.

At this moment, Lela was like a master of a game, holding a head in each hand. Both washbasins in front of her were filled with water. Lela raised the girls' heads by their hair and pressed them back down, repeating the motion as the heads in the water rose and fell, creating a scene of mayhem in the bathroom.

"Apologize," Lela pulled up Finley's head, her voice cold.

Finley stared back at her reflection in the mirror with bloodshot eyes, like a ghost. "...I spit on you."

She was truly defiant.

Lela wasted no time and pushed her head down again before grabbing Nelda's head on her left. "What about you?"

"Vixen... mmm..."

Lela didn't hesitate to push Nelda's head back down.

"As stubborn as a dead duck," Lela continued this cycle, devoid of any emotions, like a demon lurking in the dark. "What's the point?"

Suddenly, a puzzled female voice came from outside the bathroom.

"Who's in there?"

Upon hearing the voice, Nelda and Finley's hearts leaped with joy, causing them to struggle even more vigorously.

Water splashed all over Lela's body and face, dampening her hair.

Unconcerned about whoever was outside, Lela furrowed her brow and persistently tormented the two individuals who had ignorantly provoked her. Eleanor, not receiving any response, became more curious by the commotion inside and walked in through the open door. "Uh~"

She was stunned by the scene before her.

What did she see?

That fairy-like sister Lela was gripping a woman's hair with one hand, forcefully pushing her head into the water.

She raised their heads for a breath after about a minute, and within a span of two seconds, she pressed them back down.

This cycle repeated five times before she started asking again, "Apologize or not?"

Finley remained obstinate, "Fuck you!"

Lela quickly pressed her head down again.

Nelda, on the other hand, couldn't hold on any longer. "I apologize, I apologize. I'm sorry, we didn't mean it. Please let Finley go too."

Lela pushed her away abruptly, her tone cold. "Finley's issue is none of your business, go away."

Eleanor immediately understood what was happening. So these two little bad girls were bullying the little fairy sister behind Master Sylvester's back. They really had no idea of what they were doing.

Nelda's eyes darted around, wanting to call for help, but Eleanor stopped her, closing and locking the door.

Nelda looked at Eleanor in shock. "What are you doing?"

Eleanor shrugged her shoulders. "Can't you see? I'm stopping you."

Lela glanced at Eleanor through the mirror, and they exchanged a glance. Eleanor smiled, and Lela raised her eyebrow.

"You..." Nelda was furious.

Eleanor was from an old money family.

Her Frost family was just newly rich, without the confidence to confront her face to face.

Moreover, they were the ones who started this, so neither side was in the right.

She really wanted to persuade Finley to apologize.

"What 'you'? Just stay there and watch the show." Eleanor crossed her arms. "You understand the severity of the situation quite well, unlike Finley over there." "And you still won't apologize?" Lela asked while she raised Finley's head.

Finley gritted her teeth. If it wasn't for the embarrassment and the need to avoid humiliation, she wouldn't have to endure this torment.

"I refuse..."

Eleanor became even more interested upon hearing this.