Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

This is the last chapter I wrote. I’m having trouble writing; I’m going through a lot of problems and I’m experiencing writer’s block. So, the story will take a while to continue, but I’ll do my best to finish Fox’s book. 1

Noah Whitmore.

The floor was cold.

Rough.

Dirty.

My arms trembled, even though they were pressed against my body.

My knees, drawn up, did not protect me from anything.

Nothing protected me anymore.

Fear ran through every part of my body like cold sweat.

It held me, suffocated me, and crushed me.

I still couldn’t understand how it all happened so fast.

I had barely stepped off the boat when I was thrown into hell.

I remember the feeling of humiliation when they ordered me to take off my clothes in front of all

those guards.

Naked.

Exposed.

Ashamed.

They searched every inch of my body with eyes that didn’t hide their contempt. They were looking for drugs, any excuse to make my arrival at Inferno Bay even worse.

One of the guards explained the uniform system, the color coding, the crimes, and the risks.

Mine was orange.

Serious.

Dangerous.

I’m not dangerous.

I didn’t mean any harm.

I was just defending myself.

And I was still trying to absorb this new distorted reality when they pushed me and four others into that damn courtyard. That filthy arena, where two boys were killed before our eyes “as if they were

nothing.

And now… I’m here.

Locked up with the real demon of this prison.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, caught between muffled sobs and the futile attempt to take a deep breath. My eyes still stung from the slap I had received. The mark of his hand burned on my face like

embers.

He watched me.

Standing tall and imposing as he finished taking off his uniform. Each piece that fell to the floor brought me closer to the end. The sound of the fabric being pulled seemed louder than my

heartbeat.

The kick hit my stomach with such brutality that the air was knocked out of my lungs.

I saw stars.

Before I could even recover from the pain, I felt his brutal hand grab my hair and pull hard.

I screamed.

I was dragged like dead weight to the bed. He threw me violently, causing my elbows and legs to hit the hard mattress. I tried to roll to the corner, but he easily turned me over, forcing me to lie face

“I tried to be gentle, but it seems you don’t want to cooperate,” he said in that low voice, laden with

sarcasm.

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