Welcome to Hell
Chapter 100
Elijah Vaughn.
“So… How did it feel watching the Reaper tattoo your name on his body?”
I turned to look at him, catching
the playful gleam in his eyes.
“I mean it. What did you really feel?
I took a deep breath, biting my lip.
“It was… weird at first. Not because I didn’t like it–quite the opposite.”
My mind drifted back to that moment, to the way Dante said my name while giving the order for the tattoo.
“I didn’t know how to react. I could only watch.”
He smiled.
“And after?”
A warm rush spread through me, bringing back the vivid memory of how that moment had triggered something intense inside me.
“After that… I dragged him back to the cell and explored every inch of his body.”
Fox burst out laughing, holding his stomach.
“You little bastard!”
I let out a short laugh, with zero regret.
“And you? How did it feel seeing Tony tattoo your name?”
His laughter faded, and his face turned a little more thoughtful.
“At first, I thought it was a joke. I was drunk and didn’t really believe they’d actually do it. But when I saw the needle hitting his skin…”
He licked his lips, like he was reliving the moment.
“I felt this insane adrenaline rush. Like something inside me had lit up.”
His eyes glimmered, a small smile forming.
“I never believed in that whole belonging thing, you know? But when I saw my name there, carved into
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him..
The sigh he let out said more than words could.
“It was incredible.”
I nodded, fully understanding every emotion he described.
“I get it. Completely.”
He glanced sideways at me, still smiling.
“But tell me… How did you go from ‘I don’t know how to react‘ to ‘I’m gonna fuck the Reaper into the
mattress‘?”
I laughed, giving his shoulder a light shove.
“I don’t even know. It just… happened. It was like… something broke inside me.”
I ran a hand through my hair, still feeling the lingering shiver that memory brought.
“I already wanted him, sure. But after the tattoo… it was different. I didn’t just want to touch him… I wanted to feel him, dominate him, and mark him the same way he marked me.”
Fox let out a low whistle.
“That’s intense.”
“Yeah…”
His grin widened.
“Good to know I’m friends with a maniac.”
I laughed loudly, the easy humor between us making this hell feel a little more bearable as we turned the corner toward the infirmary.
Once there, Fox went straight to the medicine cabinet. Without much fuss, he opened the door and grabbed a small pack of pills.
“Hope that helps with your hangover,” I teased, leaning against the wall.
He rolled his eyes before stuffing the meds into his uniform pocket.
“Just looking at you and remembering I didn’t get off last night makes my headache worse.”
I burst out laughing, and before I could respond, he added,
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At least someone had a good night.
I crossed my arms, wearing a satisfied smile.
“You can bet 1 did.“.
“Elijah… If you didn’t have the Reaper, I’m sure you’d do a hell of a job breaking hearts around here.
He froze for a moment, like he hadn’t expected it. But slowly, he hugged me back, squeezing Firmly.
“You’re not a murderer, Fox.., I said, my voice thick. “You did what you had to do to survive. If I were in your place, I would’ve done the same.”
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I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my own brimming with unshed tears.
‘You’re not a criminal. You’re a survivor. One of the strongest people I’ve ever met
He stared at me for a few seconds, and for the first time since we met, I saw raw vulnerability shining in.
his eyes.
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