Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

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Magnus Hale

I regain my breath bit by bit, my stomach throbbing from the impact. Gathering my strength, I grab the back of his neck and land a headbutt.

Adrian staggers, just enough for me to shove him away.

I roll to the side, panting, and push myself up with difficulty.

I will never submit to you, you bastard.”

The words cut through the air, but what I see before me disturbs me even more. He stands up completely unfazed, as if nothing had happened.

He tilts his head slightly, and that macabre smile opens wider, more sickening.

‘I always knew it would be hard to win you over.” His voice is calm, almost sweet, contrasting with the insanity in his eyes. “But I adore this

brutality of yours, my Magnus.”

I take a step back, in disbelief, my chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm.

“Psychopath… lunatic.”

He smiles even more, as if my words were a gift.

I’m sorry for hurting you, my love. The tone sounds almost fatherly, yet it carries a threat. “It’s for your own good.”

His gaze darkens in a way that makes me freeze. Blood pulses in my ears. Instinctively, I raise my fists, moving into a fighting stance.

I’d rather die than be yours.”

Adrian advances, his steps firm and confident. I attack first, punches and kicks, but he dodges with irritating ease.

“Damn you!”

I hit only empty air. His punch explodes against my jaw, followed by a brutal knee to my stomach. My legs give out. I hit the floor on my knees,

panting like a novice.

A hand tangles into my hair, pulling my head back with violence. The sting of a slap makes me see stars. Another one. One more. My face throbs, my vision blurred by flashes.

‘I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice brushes against my skin. “But you need to learn that you aren’t in command.”

His tongue passes over my split lips, tasting the blood. Then, he licks my bruised cheek, sinking his teeth in lightly, drawing a grunt that he interprets as pleasure.

“Beautiful, my Magnus. He sighs like someone tasting a rare wine. “So perfect, so wonderful. A good boy.”

My fists tremble, my face burns, but inside me, rage bellows.

I am not a boy.

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I am no one’s toy.

I am a grown man.

His smile widens, as if he could hear my thoughts.

“Yes… you’re my good boy.”

Hate sets me on fire. I try to strike him, but his fist gets there first, straight to my face. My vision blurs. I feel myself being pulled by the hair, dragged like dead weight. The absurd strength emanating from that thin body shocks me.

It can’t be real.

I am thrown onto the bed, the hard mattress receiving my dazed body. Suddenly, cold metal cuts into my wrists. The metallic dick echoes.

Handcuffs.

“Let go, you motherfucker!” I scream, fighting against the iron. “I’ll kill you!“

I pull, I twist, I try to escape, but nothing gives. The struggle is useless. A shiver runs down my spine when I feel his lips on the back of my neck. The moist touch of his tongue, followed by his hands sliding over my chest, moving down to my stomach.

“I’ve waited so long for this… I’ve dreamed of this moment so much. His breath burns my skin. “When I saw you at that diner, it was love at

first sight.”

I stop breathing for a moment.

“So perfect…” He continues in a trance. “I know everything about you, Magnus. Every detail. Every scar. I love you so much.”

The word “love” sounds grotesque, a distorted joke. My heart races; fear grows like a knot in my throat.

This kid isn’t just crazy.

He’s something worse.

I force my wrists against the cold iron, not caring if my skin tears.

“Let go, goddamn it!” I mutter, my chest heaving. “Go to hell, you bastard!”

He ignores me and doesn’t even look at me. His lips move down my neck, kissing me as if he had the right, his tongue marking every inch. He sucks hard, leaving marks like a brand.

His hands explore without shame: they pass over my shoulders, move down my abdomen, reach my thighs, and squeeze like someone evaluating meat that already belongs to him. The pressure draws an involuntary shudder from me. I thrust my hips in a desperate attempt to escape, but his body pins me down.

His touch moves back up, warm palms traveling across my chest, fingers pressing into my muscles as if he were mapping me out.

Nausea consumes me.

Repulsion.

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Shame.

And, above all else, fear.

Fear, because I realize I cannot defeat him.

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Fear, because I know that if I don’t fight back, this maniac will destroy me

I grit my teeth hard, searching for a way out.

‘Let’s talk like civilized people, Adrian.” I force my voice to remain steady, even as my heart beats out of rhythm. “I can give you anything you

want. Just let me go.”

He pauses for a moment before sinking his teeth into my neck. The bite is intense, tearing the skin and drawing a harsh groan from me. He laughs low, muffled against my flesh, his words steeped in distorted pleasure.

I already have everything I desire,” he whispers. “You.”

His warm breath brushes my ear–possessive, almost feverish.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Magnus. Nothing, and no one, is going to stop me.” His voice vibrates with sickly excitement. “You have no idea

what I had to do to get here.”

The blood freezes in my veins.

“I love you so much… and I know you’re going to love me too.”

My stomach churns; hate seethes alongside the fear.

“Keep dreaming, you bastard!” I spit the words out, knowing they might cost me dearly.

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