Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 112

Welcome to Hell

Chapter 112

Dante Castelli.

I woke up feeling lighter.

The pain from yesterday seemed to have faded, and the chaos that had been pounding in my head now felt like distant echoes. I sat up on the narrow bed, the thin mattress sinking under my weight, and cracked my joints with a slight roll of my shoulders and neck.

A sigh slipped from my lips as I stretched. No dreams, no memories, just a complete blackout. Strangely, that’s what left me feeling most refreshed.

I stood up slowly, letting my muscles stretch little by little. I noticed the cell door was open and stepped

out into the corridor, feeling the air lighter around me.

As I passed the area where uniforms and towels hung, I grabbed a clean set and kept walking toward the communal bathroom.

This time, it was completely empty.

No curious eyes, no whispers.

On one of the benches, I found a toothbrush and a still–sealed bar of soap. I grabbed both without a second thought and headed to one of the showers. Stripping off the dirty uniform, I tossed it into a corner.

I turned on the faucet and let the water cascade over my body.

The sensation was immediate. The hot water eased the tension still lingering in my muscles, washing away

the weight that had crushed me yesterday.

I stayed longer than usual.

I washed every part of myself with slow, deliberate care, like I was scrubbing away every layer of pain stuck to my skin. Then I brushed my teeth at the same pace, and after a while, I finally turned off the shower.

I dried off slowly, letting the towel soak up the last drops. I ran the fabric through my hair and, for the second time, decided to leave it down./

The feeling of lightness pleased me.

Now dressed, much cleaner, and more put together, I left the bathroom intending to head to the cafeteria.

But I barely took two steps before a body collided with mine.

“What the fuck…” I started to complain, frowning.

Before I could finish, Fox was standing in front of me, eyes wide and filled with urgency.

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Chapter 112

“Elijah… He’s not doing well. He’s sick. In his cell.”

The world froze for a second.

I felt my heart skip a beat.

“What?”

It was the only thing I managed to say before I bolted.

I ran.

I ran like I was fleeing death.

It was like each step was a prayer that he’d be okay.

The inmates stepped aside when they saw me, making room like they could feel the desperation pouring off me.

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