Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 16

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Consciousness gradually returned; my head felt heavy, and my body ached. The discomfort grew as my senses adjusted. Something inside me felt wrong.

The shock came like a blow.

My breathing quickened, and my chest tightened. Despair took over when I realized.

Had he slept with his cock still inside me?

I tried to move, but a firm grip around my waist kept me in place. His strong arm held me against him, preventing any attempt to escape. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my mind was screaming, reliving every moment of the night before.

Why did this have to happen?

I was wrongly accused.

Sent to the worst prison in the world.

And I was abused by this monster.

And the worst thing of all? What made me want to sink into despair?

I felt pleasure.

I orgasmed more than once.

My fists clenched, my lips pressed together in a tense line. Hatred burned, but I couldn’t tell if it was for him… or for me.

My body shuddered as I felt his cock pulsing inside me, a cruel reminder of my reality. The air became heavy, suffocating.

Good morning, bunny. The husky, lazy voice whispered close to my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine.

“Did you sleep well?

I kept silent.

I didn’t want to answer.

Pretending that none of this had happened seemed the only way out.

But it was impossible to erase what he had done.

Worse still, what I felt.

Are you going to ignore me? Tsk… The tone carried amusement.

Without warning, it came out of me and returned with brutality It hit my prostate hard

A loud moan escaped before I could stop it. My body arched, my muscles reacting against my will In a desperate reflex, I covered my mouth, trying to suppress any other sound

Why did this keep happening?

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Chapter 16

The situation worsened when his hand slid down my abdomen. Before I could react, he pressed down, going even deeper.

“F–For…” The voice faltered, a trembling whisper.

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Fragile hands gripped his wrist, trying to prevent further pressure. His body was weak, too sensitive. If he continued… he didn’t know what might happen.

“If you want me to stop, you’d better answer me.” The warning was clear.

I swallowed dryly, struggling to catch my breath. My heart was pounding, as if it was trying to escape from my chest.

My ase

“G–Good morning…” The voice came out shaky. “P–Please… stop it…”

A low laugh sounded against my skin. Humorless, loaded with cruel amusement.

Much better.

Slowly, he pulled away. I bit my lips, holding back a moan as his member came out of me. My body protested, exhausted and sensitive to every movement.

He got out of bed, stretching as if nothing had happened.

Get up. Let’s take a shower.

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The words took me by surprise.

A bath?

With an effort, I sat up. The throbbing pain between my legs made me shudder. I watched as he put on his black uniform without haste, acting with absurd naturalness.

Without waiting for further orders, I forced my legs to move, fighting against the weakness. I picked up the uniform from the floor and put it on. Each piece of clothing was a cruel reminder of what had happened. Discomfort radiated through every fiber of my body.

His dark gaze analyzed every detail, running through me like a sharp blade.

But I knew that resistance would only make things worse.

My chest tightened when I saw the sign on the door.

My fists shook.

My eyes closed, and a long sigh escaped my lips. For a moment, I felt the tiniest bit of relief. As if I could cleanse myself of all this.

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