Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 108

He tried to fight back, but the rage blinded me… fueled me.

Every punch, every strike was driven by everything I’d been holding in since this morning… since that miserable moment.

“You…”

Another punch–this time to his jaw.

“You messed with my head…”

A sideways kick.

“With what I had with him!”

Viper hit the floor, coughing blood, crawling like the worm he was.

“You think you can provoke people and walk away like nothing happened? You think you’ll keep walking -around here like you’re untouchable?”

I crouched beside him, his blood pooling on the white tiles beneath his swollen face.

“Try messing with us again…” I said, voice low and hoarse, thick with barely restrained rage. “And I swear next time… you won’t walk away.”

With one final burst of anger, I grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his head against the floor.

The dull crack was followed by silence.

Viper’s body went limp right there, unconscious, swallowed by his own weakness.

I stood slowly, my lungs heaving, muscles still tight.

I inhaled deeply.

And… for some reason… I felt… lighter.

Things weren’t okay–far from it—but that rush of fury seemed to lift a bit of the suffocating weight I’d been dragging all day.

Then… a sound pulled me from the haze.

Applause.

I whipped around toward the doorway, heart still racing.

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Chapter 108

Fox stood there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed and wearing a huge grin.

“Damn, that was amazing!” he said, excited. “One hell of a fucking fight! I loved it!“.

He burst out laughing like it was the best thing he’d seen in ages.

And despite everything… I couldn’t help it.

A short, almost involuntary laugh escaped me.

For the first time… I felt a sliver of relief.

A tiny piece of myself… coming back..

And that tiny piece… already felt like so much.

Fox was still laughing as he approached, eyes gleaming with the kind of mischief only he could pull off even in moments like this.

“Seriously, Elijah… You were incredible. You wrecked that bastard.”

I gave a tired, lopsided smile, still feeling adrenaline lingering in my veins.

“He deserved it.”

“Damn right he did.” Fox agreed, patting my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Before that trash wakes up and starts whining.”

I nodded silently.

My body still hurt, muscles sore from the fight, but walking alongside Fox calmed me.

Like… for a few moments… I didn’t have to carry it all alone.

We strolled through the corridors unhurriedly, crossing the main hall until we reached the door leading to the yard.

It was nighttime, but not completely dark.

The high moon lit most of the space, and the cool breeze helped ease the heat still burning under my skin.

We sat in a far corner, on a rusty bench no one ever used.

The distant noise from the other inmates felt muted here, like the world had paused just for a little while.

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